Jiujiu is My Daughter (3)

Su Ruowan frowned and glanced at her daughter who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Next, she decisively closed the door and continued to follow Jing Muchen downstairs like a little chick.

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The lights in the operating theater were bright, and the long chairs in the corridor were empty.

Jing Muchen walked to the front of the chair and sat down with his arms crossed. He leaned his head against the wall behind him and his deep and sharp eyes were slightly closed.

Su Ruowan, who was standing by the wall, saw that he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. She boldly raised her gaze and began to carefully size him up.

There was a thin line in the middle of his thick eyebrows. It was obvious that he often frowned. He looked like an unhappy person. His long and narrow eyes made him look sharp and picky when he looked at people. His nose bridge was tall and straight, and his lips were mean. One look and one could tell that he was a very fickle person.