After Liang Nianwei was sent back to the hospital, she was furious.
When Mrs. Liang had just finished cleaning up everything on the floor, Liang Nianwei, having showered, sat on the edge of the bed. Mrs. Liang took a blow drier and didn't dare to ask anything extra.
"Weiwei, this place isn't as comfortable as the one arranged by Mr. Fu. No, we should go live there instead."
"I don't want to. I'm not going anywhere."
Only in the hospital could she see him whenever she wanted.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Mrs. Liang turned off the blow drier, "At this hour, who could it be?"
Liang Nianwei's face lit up with joy, "Shilv, is that you?"
She guessed that he must be worried about her. After all the humiliation she suffered tonight, he couldn't possibly leave her alone here.
The door opened, and Mrs. Liang followed the sound, "Mr. Fu..."
But he had brought someone with him and was even holding hands.