The next morning, Wang Meilin dragged Xu Mingyang to the hospital.
"Qingge." Wang Meilin looked at Qingge in front of her. Her face was rosy, and her complexion looked good. She was slightly relieved.
"Meilin, why are you so agitated?" Suspicion flashed across Meng Qingge's eyes.
"You still remember me, Qingge." Wang Meilin was so excited that she was on the verge of tears. Luckily, Qingge still remembered her.
"Of course I remember you. Who was the person who came with you?" Meng Qingge could not stand her excitement and looked at Wang Meilin doubtfully. Could it be that someone who looked very much like this came out of nowhere?
"That's my husband, I'll tell you later." Wang Meilin originally had a lot of questions she wanted to ask Qingge, but now that she had lost her memory, these questions were kept in her heart.
Qingge wanted to say something, but she looked hesitatingly at the two men standing by the door.