Around seven in the evening, Wen Ru came.
Song Guanchao was a bit surprised and said, "There's nothing much wrong with me, you don't need to make a special trip to see me."
Wen Ru sat down and asked, "How are you planning to handle this matter?"
She normally wouldn't ask about Song Guanchao's work. This time, it was because the incident was too vile, and she was a bit worried.
Plus, the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and she couldn't quite hold back the longing in her heart.
Song Guanchao saw the worry and concern in her eyes and told her his plan.
Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock and she still had no intention of leaving, Song Guanchao glanced toward the door and asked, "Are you cold?"
Wen Ru avoided his gaze and said, "The hospital has heating, it's not cold."
Song Guanchao lifted the quilt. "It's even warmer in here."
Wen Ru rolled her eyes, and just then, footsteps sounded—the nurse came in on rounds.
