Ye Rong’s voice was hoarse. At this moment, almost everything was shattered, including his life. Whatever he wanted, she would give to him. If he wanted money, she would give it all to him. She would give all the money to him, as long as she returned her daughter to her.
Not long after, Ye Rong stumbled into the ward. She saw Yan Huan’s small hand with a bottle hanging on the back of it. She sat in Zhou Li’s embrace, and Zhou Li was feeding her bread.
Her complexion was better now. She did not look like she did when she first entered the hospital. Fortunately, Ye Rong did not see her appearance at that time. Otherwise, ye Rong might have been scared to death,
because at that time, Yan Huan’s fever had almost reached forty degrees. His entire body was red like a cooked crayfish. He was almost turned into a small hotpot. He was almost scalded to death.
Fortunately, his fever had subsided and he was fine now.
“Huanhuan, Huanhuan...”