"Who is upstairs?"
Ling Fei whisperingly leaned to Paul, her petite figure not diminutive in height, reaching 1.65 meters. However, when standing next to the tall figures of Song Tian Mo and Paul, she appeared extraordinarily tiny.
"Don't you know?"
Paul raised an eyebrow, glancing at Song Tian Mo who had his hands in his pockets.
"Did he not tell you?"
Ling Fei vigorously nodded her head.
Everyone was making it so mysterious, which filled her with tension. Was it necessary to leave her in suspense like this?
"You must know, right? You are in your own hospital, you certainly know, tell me quickly." Ling Fei smiled, her eyes arching like crescents, exposing her dimples. She was lively and adorable.
Her candidly bright laugh took Paul aback.
"Miss Ling, have I ever told you, you look beautiful when you smile?"
She was pure, vibrant, playful, and adorable, like a sprite. No wonder she managed to catch the special attention of Young Master Song.