As the night deepened, thank you to Paris Fashion for their generous reward.
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In the surgical ward of the Municipal Hospital, Xiao Yuwen lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His companion, a woman in her forties with a thin, long face, droopy eyebrows and dull eyes, was not someone he wanted to look at. He had protested to his father multiple times, but alas, his father seemed determined not to let Li Xiaoru accompany him.
"Creak..." The light sound of the door being pushed open didn't make Xiao Yuwen change his position. The nurses who often visited weren't pleasing to look at either; he had no interest.
"Director, you're here."
"Mhm, go out."
Hearing his companion greet his father, Xiao Yuwen suddenly sat up, "Dad..." He craned his neck to look back, then flopped back down onto the bed dejectedly.
"Look at how pathetic you are!" Xiao Bingqi glared at him, "Sit up when you speak."
