After discussing work matters with Yan Xiruo for half an hour, when He Yingdong returned to the bedroom, he found that the figure of Li Jiaqi had already disappeared.
Three hours of flight.
Li Jiaqi was somewhat overwhelmed, and she vomited as soon as she got off the plane.
In fact, she felt ashamed to come to this city.
She didn't know how to explain things to others.
There was still some distance from the hospital room door, but Hua Shiyu had already recognized her footsteps.
"Tianxin..."
For a long time, not receiving the usual soft response, a look of disappointment appeared on her face.
"Sister Qiqi, is that you?"
Li Jiaqi took a deep breath and walked quickly to her side.
"Tianxin has caught a bit of a cold these past two days. I left her with my sister-in-law. When she gets better, I'll bring her over."
Upon hearing this, Hua Shiyu showed a look of anxious concern.
"Is the cold serious? Does she have a fever?"
