1752 My Woman

Ye Qianqian's lips lifted in a smile, but her mouth remained stubborn as she said, "You're so full of bullsh*t. I'm hanging up."

Upon disconnecting the call, Ye Qianqian's lingering fatigue immediately dissipated.

Despite seeing the traffic congestion surrounding her, her spirits still drastically improved.

Perhaps this was the oft-spoken power of love.

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After ending the conversation, Shen Zhilie locked his cellphone.

The wallpaper on his screen was a picture of Ye Qianqian's beautiful face. As he stared at it, he could not help feeling mesmerized.

The door to the hospital room opened. Xiao Zhou walked in with a thermal lunchbox. When he saw the smile on Shen Zhilie's face, he teased, "Whoa whoa whoa… What are you looking at with that huge grin on your face? You were looking at your girl, weren't you?"