In the silent hospital room, a weak voice sounded unusually clear.
Wen Yao's footsteps came to a halt. She turned to see that Lu Yancheng's eyes were tightly shut, and there was no sign of him waking up. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be having a restless sleep, repeatedly murmuring her name.
Secretary Fei hurriedly said, "Miss Wen, you've seen it too—Mr. Lu's condition isn't good. It might be better to wait until he wakes up before leaving. Even if you want to visit a patient and bring a gift, it should be given to the patient directly, right? What do you think?"
Secretary Fei was almost on the verge of kneeling down and hollering three times, "Don't leave, Ancestor!"
Wen Yao stared at Lu Yancheng, her delicate brows furrowing as she remembered how he had unhesitatingly protected her during the car accident. In the end, she sighed and agreed, "Let's consider it an act of kindness."