Hospital, this side.
After receiving the reply, Jiang Gujun carrying the items in hand, suddenly felt a bit light, furrowing his brows thoughtfully asking: "Mr. Su, as we're visiting Mr. Rong, isn't this gift a bit too light?"
Bai Su put his phone back in his pocket, his gaze falling on the neighboring ward, his picturesque brows slightly darkened, with a thoughtful expression.
Seeing he didn't respond, Jiang Gujun repeated his question.
Bai Su retracted his gaze and seriously asked: "Whose ward is next door?"
"Ah," Jiang Gujun paused, rummaging through his memory about the neighboring ward, he explained: "I heard Jiazze say that it's Mr. Rong's mother's ward."
Previously, Bai Su might have thought this "mom" referred to Ying Man.
But after last week's events, he was clear that Rong Zhi could never call Ying Man mom.
So, the person living next door could only be the foster mother who raised Rong Zhi for eighteen years.
Jiang Gujun: "Mr. Su, did you notice something?"
