After searching for a while, Su Qianci returned the same way in a daze.
Walking outside Rong Haiyue's ward, Su Qianci knocked on the door, and someone inside quickly responded, "Come in."
Rong Haiyue's voice.
Su Qianci walked in, and Rong Haiyue, who was leaning on the bed, had his eyes lit up, but after a closer look, there was a hint of imperceptible disappointment in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "It's you."
It's this girl...
He almost mistook her for someone else just now.
Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you for last night."
"You're welcome. If it was someone else, I would have saved him just as well."
So, it’s not because you look like her.
Rong Haiyue said this to himself in his heart, but when he saw that face, his heart still ached.
Su Qianci walked over, took a look at his arm which was obviously wrapped in gauze under his sleeve, and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry for hurting you."
Rong Haiyue quickly helped her up and said, "I told you, if it was someone else, I would have saved them too. I don't think anyone would have just sat there and watched in the situation last night. What's more, I'm a soldier."
"I know."
"It's good that you know. Soldiers are the embodiment of justice. If a soldier doesn't even take action when seeing such a thing, wouldn't it be too cowardly and a waste of his status as a soldier?" Rong Haiyue pretended to be proud, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly used the same tricks he usually used to coax his daughter.
Su Qianci wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but blushing, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."
“You kid…” Rong Rui smiled softly, but his fist hidden under the quilt tightened slightly.
They look so similar, exactly like Rong Xuan when she was young.
Frank, simple, kind and honest.
What a good child, but why is she Song Yifan’s daughter
Rong Haiyue looked at her with a bit of disappointment, and asked casually, "Has your father come to see you?"
"He is in London. My husband probably didn't tell him about this."
"On business trip?"
"show."
"Oh... that's good. Mr. Song is a very good musician. Our neighbor's children especially admire him."
Su Qianci smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling, and nodded: "I also admire him very much, my father is the best."
"Yeah." Rong Haiyue lowered his eyes, hiding his loneliness.
"Mr. Rong, could you please give me your contact information?"
Rong Haiyue was a little surprised, but he agreed quickly and turned to flip through the papers on the desk.
But, there is no such thing.
Rong Haiyue was a little embarrassed and said, "You should tell me your number and I will call you."
Su Qianci reported Li Sicheng's number and quickly added, "This is my husband's number. I don't know where my phone is. I'll go get a new card later."
"Okay, tell me yours too, okay?"
Su Qianci reported her number again and looked at the time in the ward. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. "It's too late. I'll go back first. Good night, Mr. Rong."
"Good night, go to bed early."
Su Qianci nodded gratefully, walked out quickly, and closed the door.
Back in the ward, Li Sicheng sat by the bed with his cell phone in his hand, looking a little sleepy.
Seeing her coming in from outside, he asked, "Did you go to Rong Haiyue's place?"
(End of this chapter)