You rely on your biological father, I rely on my Godfather

The evening light shone faintly in the ward. As soon as the head of the hospital came in, song ran immediately sat up."Hello, inspector."

Chief Dean Fu walked to the side of the bed. Just as song ran was about to lift the blanket and get a chair for the big boss, the chief said, " "You sit, I'll do it myself."

After he finished speaking, he pulled a chair and sat down by the bed.

Song ran looked at him guiltily. why are you here? "  I thought it was my godmother who wanted to come."

The head director sat down and patted his legs lightly, as if he was dusting them off or smoothing out the wrinkles on his pants. When he heard her speak, he looked up at her. "You're making use of your godmother pretty quickly."

Song ran quickly shrunk her neck. you can't say that. I'm asking my godmother for help. It's not nice to say that I'm using her.

"What's wrong?" the head director glanced at her. You're starting to doubt my words?"