The door was suddenly knocked—
Mo Shiche's handsome face turned dark in an instant.
Luo Qiangwei, however, stood up like a flash of lightning, turning and walking toward the door.
As she opened the door, Yian Song stood at the entrance, a warm smile on his face, "Qiangwei, I heard that President Mo was injured and hospitalized. My mom hasn't been well and is also in the hospital, just on the floor below, so I came up to see how things were."
It had been quite some time since Luo Qiangwei had seen him. She smiled, "Please come in. Is your mother alright?"
"It's just her chronic disease, nothing serious," Yian Song said as he entered and set down the fruit basket he was carrying, "How is President Mo doing?"
"He's out of danger now. The doctor said that he just needs to rest quietly."
Luo Qiangwei said this while looking toward the hospital bed, thinking that since someone had come to visit, she should at least greet him—
