Upon hearing Su Xiaoling's words, Yang Pu subconsciously glanced into Mu Xiaocheng's hospital room.

"Is Miss Mu sick?"

Su Xiaoling crossed her arms and said irritably, "Would I lie to you?"

Yang Pu scratched his head sheepishly: "Goddess, don't be angry. It's not like I wouldn't let you go in to see the young master. My young master is stubborn; once he's made up his mind, none of us can change it."

"I understand you."

Su Xiaoling smiled. She didn't blame Yang Pu; after all, he was just following orders.

That's considered loyal.

Hearing Su Xiaoling say that, Yang Pu said somewhat shyly, "Then, goddess, could you sign my autograph later? I..."

"Click".

The sound of a door opening interrupted Yang Pu's words.

Song Yansheng stood at the door, her sickly pale face expressionless, only glancing at Su Xiaoling with a faint look.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a stranger.

Distant and unfamiliar.

Su Xiaoling looked up at him and saw that although he was wearing a hospital gown, he was still handsome and dashing. His pale, sickly face had a cold expression, as aloof and indifferent as ever.

"Young Master, why did you come out?"

Yangpu turned around and asked worriedly.

"I'll go check on Xiao Cheng."

After saying that, he ignored Yang Pu's reaction and went to Mu Xiaocheng's ward.

Su Xiaoling curled her lips into a smile.

Although Song Yansheng still seemed to have no feelings for her, and didn't even want to talk to her.

But at least she saw him today, didn't she?

Thinking about it, it does seem a little heartbreaking.

Ji Huaishen was coaxing Mu Xiaocheng to sleep when Song Yansheng walked in.

"Brother Yansheng?"

When Mu Xiaocheng saw Song Yansheng, she was so anxious that she wanted to get up, but Ji Huaishen stopped her.

Out of respect for Boss Ji's authority, Mu Xiaocheng dared not make any further moves.

Song Yansheng nodded to Ji Huaishen, then looked at Mu Xiaocheng: "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiaocheng puffed out her cheeks and said softly, "I just had an upset stomach, it's nothing."

"Then you should get some rest."

Song Yansheng gave a few brief instructions, stayed for a few minutes, and then left.

Mu Xiaocheng frowned as she looked at his slightly thin back.

She sighed, "God is really cruel. Brother Yansheng is such a good person, but his health is just not good."

When Ji Huaishen heard her say that, his eyes darkened.

It's sour.

He squeezed her hand, a little too hard.

This elicited a soft snort of dissatisfaction from Mu Xiaocheng.

"How can you care about others when you're already like this yourself?"

Mu Xiaocheng snorted, then moved closer to him and bit his hand with a soft "uh".

Ji Huaishen was stunned for a moment. Although it hurt a little, the smile in his eyes grew even stronger.

—

When Song Yansheng returned to the ward, he had just opened the door when he saw Su Xiaoling standing inside.

She was taking a thermal container out of her bag, and Yangpu was standing next to her, helping her carry it.

"This is some porridge I cooked, it's light. I'll give it to your young master later."

"And this, I brought a hand warmer back from abroad last time, it works really well."

"And this..."

"Young Master!"

Yang Pu suddenly shouted, interrupting Su Xiaoling.

Su Xiaoling paused in her movements, then abruptly put down what she was holding.

Like a child who has done something wrong and is suddenly caught by an adult, he is at a loss, with his hands nowhere to go, so he can only put them behind his back.

Song Yansheng pursed his thin lips slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Xiaoling smiled awkwardly: "I... I think you should need these things."

She suddenly felt a little scared.

He started to stutter.