Ye Feng stared straight ahead, his tone calm.

Liu Qingyi was silent for a moment, then asked, "How...is she feeling?"

"The recovery is going well. The doctor said I can be discharged after a few more days of observation."

As the car pulled into the hospital gate, Liu Qingyi said, "I'm going to buy some fruit and nutritional supplements. You go and park the car first."

"Okay," Ye Feng replied.

After Liu Qingyi got out of the car, Ye Feng was about to look for a parking space when a taxi blocked his way.

There seems to be a dispute ahead.

He walked over curiously and found a familiar figure—Yang Yunqing's mother, Yang Mama.

The taxi driver, a middle-aged man, was arguing with Ms. Yang, pointing at the meter: "Ma'am, look carefully, it's 18.5 yuan, not 17 yuan!"

"One dollar and fifty cents? Is it really that big of a deal? Can't you charge less?" Mrs. Yang continued to bargain.

"Ma'am, this isn't about the amount of money, it's about principles! It's not easy for me to make this trip, so I should only charge you what I'm owed!" The driver also lost his temper.

Just then, the driver saw Ye Feng and looked at him like he was a savior: "Young man, you be the judge! How can people be like this nowadays, haggling over every penny!"

Ye Feng recognized the driver and nodded, then asked about the situation.

Yang's mother also saw Ye Feng, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.

Back then, her daughter often mocked and ridiculed this poor boy.

When Yang's mother recalled that she didn't actually object to her daughter dating Ye Feng, and was even somewhat satisfied with this seemingly promising young man.