"Hehe—"
Yan Moshan laughed sheepishly under Bai Xiuying's gaze and said, "Auntie, please don't talk about a savior or anything, your daughter is eager to see you!"
As he spoke, Yan Moshan walked to the door and opened it.
With the door open, a man rushed in first. Yan Moshan instinctively wanted to stop him but realized the man was none other than Zhang Qianqian's father, Zhang Xuebing.
Yan Moshan immediately retracted the hand he had extended and stepped aside to make way.
Zhang Xuebing charged in headlong, closely followed by Zhang Qianqian and her younger sister, among others.
Zhang Xuebing led the way, frantic and flustered, his eyes immediately searching for Bai Xiuying.
"Xiuying... Xiuying, are you better?!"
Zhang Xuebing saw Bai Xiuying sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall behind her. Although she still looked a bit frail, she was much better than before, perhaps dozens of times stronger.