Xiao Xin then turned her stiff neck and looked back to see that only the two of them were left in the room. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately relaxed.

He sighed and nodded to the caregiver.

Fu Yan stood by the door, his heart heavy.

He glanced inside and saw Xiao Xin eating obediently, then quickly looked away, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the assistant came over from the side and handed the phone to Fu Yan: "President Fu, it's President Yu."

Fu Yan glanced at him, straightened up, took the phone, and turned it off.

assistant:"……"

Fu Yan tossed his phone to him, "Have someone keep an eye on this place. Report to me immediately if anything happens. Now take me back to the company."

The assistant nodded: "Okay."

...

Fu Yan has not appeared in Xiao Xin's sight for three days since he left the ward last time.

The caregiver would occasionally whisper news about the Fu family in his ear, and that's when Xiao Xin learned that the Fu family seemed to be facing a financial crisis.

That day, the caregiver sat by the bed with a fruit platter, fed him a piece of apple with a fork, and casually asked, "Sir, Mr. Fu said he would come to see you tonight."

Xiao Xin chewed on an apple, his gaze sweeping over the fruit knife on the bedside table, without saying a word.

His throat has almost recovered and is not as sore as when he first woke up. He occasionally chats with the caregiver, but he keeps quiet about topics related to Fu Yan.

As if struck by a thought, the caregiver couldn't help but ask curiously, "Sir, what is your relationship with President Fu?"

Xiao Xin chewed the apple stiffly, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the caregiver stopped being curious and didn't press him for more information.

He wanted to continue feeding Xiao Xin, but Xiao Xin took the fruit plate from him and said to the caregiver, "Could you please get me a damp towel?"