In the hospital room, Xie Qinghuan was chattering on, and when she looked up again, she found that Qiao Mo had somehow already fallen asleep.
She sighed lightly, her gaze softening.
She carefully adjusted the blanket for her, gently placing her hand back under the cover to prevent the IV tube and monitor wires from being pressed.
The door to the hospital room opened, and she looked up, her gaze falling on Fu Nancheng's bloodshot eyes. Her look became complex as she softly said, "She's asleep."
"Mm." Fu Nancheng responded lightly, his gaze fixed on Qiao Mo's small face, unable to look away.
"Take good care of her. If anything happens to her again, I will not let you off." Xie Qinghuan stood up, a hint of warning in her eyes.
"Alright." He responded softly.
At first, upon hearing the news, she wanted nothing more than to give Fu Nancheng a couple of slaps.
