This Is Nian Nian, Right?

The next day, Qiao Nian went to the hospital to visit Feng Yu.

She heard a solicitous voice as soon as she walked into the ward. "This is Nian Nian, right?"

Qiao Nian looked up and saw an old lady in her seventies. Her silver hair was neatly combed into a bun and pressed down with a jade hairpin.

She was wearing a Chinese suit embroidered with auspicious clouds. The buttoned suit looked exceptionally dignified. The old lady even tastefully wore a pearl necklace to suppress her nobility.

The three-layered pearls were all about the same size. They were round and bright deep-sea pearls. They were obviously expensive.

While she sized up the old lady, the other party also looked at her.