"Enruo, did you ask the boss what happened back then? Where is Little Sister?"

Xia Enruo repeated Zhang Zhicheng's words, which made Gu Shaoxuan stomp his feet in anger.

"Damn it! He actually stooped to murder. Did he tell the police?"

"Sister-in-law Qiuqin said to wait a little longer."

"Wait a little longer? What are you waiting for in this kind of thing?"

"Shaoxuan, just listen to her. We'll call the police over by tomorrow at the latest."

Xia Enruo followed Gu Shaoxuan back to the company, got dinner from the cafeteria, and then returned to the hospital.

Pushing open the door to the ward, Ge Qiuqin sat down beside the bed.

Xia Enru handed the food to Zhao Mingyan and told her to eat first.

She walked over to Ge Qiuqin and said:

"Sister-in-law, it's time to eat!"

Ge Qiuqin didn't reply. She looked up at Xia Enruo, fiddling with a hairpin in her hand.

"Xia, this hairpin was given to me by my mother when I got married. I wore it once on my wedding day. My mother said that this hairpin was left to her by her mother."

This tradition was passed down from generation to generation, several generations before reaching me.

"Yes, it's very nice. Although it's aged a bit over time, you can still tell that it's still very exquisite."

Xia Enruo noticed that although the hairpin in Ge Qiuqin's hand was yellowish, the pearls and turquoise on the hairpin head were exquisitely crafted, clearly made with care.

"Xia, I'll have Minghui take me out to run some errands tomorrow. You can come to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning to help me take care of Zhicheng."

"Sister-in-law, do you want me to go with you?"

"No need. You're not feeling well. It's nothing urgent. I'll have Minghui take me there and we'll be right back."

"Okay, we'll call the police when you get back."

"Um!"

Ge Qiuqin nodded.

On her way home that evening, Xia Enruo specifically reminded Zhao Minghui to make sure Ge Qiuqin's safety was taken good care of.

Zhao Minghui agreed, telling her to rest assured.