"Oh…" Ou Ming narrowed his eyes. "What sort of performance are you referring to?"
Yu Lili was momentarily speechless before bursting out, "Why is your mind always thinking of that?"
"I didn't say anything. What are you thinking of?" Ou Ming gave her a look of innocence and stroked his chin. As if something was troubling him, he said to her somberly, "I'm unable to move around freely at the moment. I have a suggestion. I could just lie down, and you can help yourself."
Yu Lili blushed a crimson red. She reached out and smacked him hard on the arm that wasn't injured. "This is a hospital!"
Ou Ming burst out in laughter. The atmosphere inside the room suddenly brightened with sunshine and sweetness.
A knock sounded from outside, and the door opened. A young nurse walked in and looked at Yu Lili. "Miss, there is a middle-aged man with a ponytail who looks to be in his 50s. Is he related to you?" she asked.
Ponytail? In his fifties? Wen Fenglin?