Shi Mei looked at the man in front of her, the familiar eyebrows and figure, pursed her lips, and then flung herself into his arms, "I trust you."
Relief washed over Shi Lingyan's face as he gently kissed her hair, "Let's go eat."
Shi Mei smiled and nodded.
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By the time they returned to Yan City, it was past dinner time.
As grandmother had arranged, as soon as Shi Lingyan exited the airport, he saw Old Yang.
It was eight in the evening when they arrived at the hospital.
Mr. Bai and Madam Bai had always been at the hospital, along with Uncle Liu.
When Uncle Liu saw Shi Lingyan, the already small eyes behind his glasses flashed with an ominous glint.
He quickly turned and went into the sickroom.
Bai Yuejie was leaning on the pillow, looking frail, spooning down the porridge that Bai Mu was feeding her.
Seeing Bai Yuejie like this, Uncle Liu felt a pang of pain and said, "Mr. Shi is here."
