Cheng Fang walked out with an alertness.
Who knew that just as he pulled open the door to the patient room...
"Miss Zhou?"
Hearing this name, Duan Fei panicked, her bowl of rice almost crashing to the floor.
A man's hand reached out to steady her hand and took the bowl, setting it back on the tray.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yueyao had already walked in.
She was dressed in a beige cinched coat, makeup done exquisitely, her wavy hair soft and romantic.
Looking at the man on the hospital bed, and at Duan Fei who stood up quickly by the bed upon seeing her...
Zhou Yueyao's red lips curved up slowly, her poise graceful as she walked into the patient room, "Moyong, how come you're hospitalized?"
Rong Moyong looked at her, then back to Cheng Fang.
The latter hurried to explain, "Third Master, I really didn't tell Miss Zhou..."
"There's no need to blame Assistant Cheng," Zhou Yueyao said with a smile. "I followed him here; he just didn't notice."
