With the mother's words, the people coming and going all relaxed, each going their own way.
Only the service staff remained highly vigilant, inconspicuously peeking into the room and smiling in agreement: "Right, your precious daughter is very cute. Why haven't we seen her out playing these past few days?"
Cursing the other party's nosiness, Yan Shuirou hurried to check on Ya'er's injuries, her face cooling slightly: "My daughter is unwell, she even took special leave from school to rest and recover, how could she run around wildly like those ill-mannered crazy girls?"
"Yes, you're right."
Better to mind one's own business, sensing Yan Shuirou's displeasure, the service staff awkwardly turned and left.
Slamming the door shut with force, Yan Shuirou turned and rushed to the bed, noticing that Ya'er had really hit hard this time, still not awake.
