Luo Xiaoqian's personality naturally wouldn't easily provoke any man. With one Leng Zimo, she was already satisfied. Besides, there was a jealous husband at home. Now, Luo Xiaoqian's heart was full of concern for Leng Zimo's illness. If Leng Zirui hadn't mentioned it, she would have long forgotten that there was another man in this world named Luo Ke.
"That's all I wanted to ask. It's getting late, you should rest early and don't think too much about anything else. I believe my brother will definitely get better!" Leng Zirui said.
Luo Xiaoqian said solemnly, "I believe it too."
The door was knocked, and the nutritionist walked in, placing the prepared juice on the table.
"Madam, your juice."
"Thank you."
Luo Xiaoqian got up to take the juice, said goodnight to Leng Zirui, and walked out of the study back to her own room. While sipping the fresh juice in her cup, she took out her phone and dialed the number of Xiao Jie, the bodyguard staying at the hospital.
