"She's such a sensible child," Xia Guoxiong nodded in satisfaction, and with a turn, he was already out of the door, not even looking back, as if what lay behind him was a hot potato he couldn't wait to throw away, the faster the better.
He Xing shook his head slightly and reached into his pocket for his phone, intending to update Fu Han about the situation. It looked like he wouldn't be able to bring Fu Han breakfast today, considering it was already past three in the morning.
But before he could finish typing his message, a weak voice reached his ear: "He Xing… Brother?"
He Xing swiftly turned around and, indeed, saw that Xia Ning had opened her eyes. Although they were dull and listless, at least she was awake.
"You're awake?" He Xing approached the bedside and bent down to check on her, wanting to ascertain Xia Ning's mother's condition.
Xia Ning looked at He Xing with a puzzled face: "He Xing Brother? Are you really my Brother He Xing?"