Fu Shiyan was also sitting in a wheelchair.
The person pushing him was Ming Qi.
As Xu Rufeng turned his head, their gazes met.
Xu Rufeng didn't show much emotion.
After all.
In his heart, he was still Shen Feiwan's dear uncle.
It wouldn't cause any misunderstanding.
He casually called out to Shen Feiwan, "Fu Shiyan is here."
Shen Feiwan was settling into a comfortable position to sleep when she heard the voice and looked towards the door.
At this moment, Fu Shiyan was also being pushed in by Ming Qi.
There were four people in the sickroom.
For some reason, the atmosphere was subtly tense.
Xu Rufeng poured a cup of warm water and set it on Shen Feiwan's bedside table, saying, "Have some water. Drink it slowly, don't choke."
"Mm."
Then he conscientiously moved towards the door of the sickroom.
Considerately leaving them space to be alone.
Ming Qi, of course, knew what he was doing. He quickly followed Xu Rufeng out of the sickroom and kindly closed the door behind him.