After searching for a while, Su Qianci returned in a daze.

Walking outside Rong Haiyue's ward, Su Qianci knocked on the door, and responded quickly inside, "Come in."

Rong Haiyue's voice.

Su Qianci walked in, Rong Haiyue, who was leaning against the hospital bed, lit up his eyes, but he was sure that there was a hint of undetectable loss in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "It's you."

It's this girl...

He had just seen her almost treat her as another person.

Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you last night."

"No need to thank you. If it were someone else, I would also save you."

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 felt aching.

Su Qianci walked over, glanced at his arm that was obviously wrapped in a circle of gauze under his sleeve, and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Rong Haiyue quickly helped her up and said, "I said, if it were someone else, I would also save her. I don't think anyone would sit idly by the situation last night, let alone, I am a soldier."

"I know."

"It's good that you know, a soldier, the embodiment of justice. If a soldier doesn't even take action when he sees that kind of thing, it's not too cowardly, and it's too wasteful of his identity as a soldier?" Rong Haiyue pretended to be proud, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously brought out the trick of coaxing his daughter.

Su Qianci wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help but blushed, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you really."

"You kid..." Rong Rui smiled softly, but his fist hidden under the quilt tightened slightly.

It's so similar, it's exactly the same as Rong Xuan when she was young.

Frank, simple, kind and upright.

What a great child, but why is Song Yifan's daughter?

Rong Haiyue was a little disappointed, looked at her and pretended to ask casually, "Have your dad come to see you?"

"He is in London, and my husband probably didn't tell him about this."

"On business trip?"

"show."

"Oh... It's pretty good. Mr. Song is a very good musician. The child of our neighbors admires him very much."

Su Qianci smiled slightly, her eyes shining brightly, and she nodded: "I admire him very much, my father is the best."

"Yes." Rong Haiyue lowered his eyes and covered his loneliness.

"Mr. Rong, can you give me your contact information?"

Rong Haiyue was a little surprised, but hurriedly agreed and turned to the table to flip through paper.

But, there is no such thing.

Rong Haiyue said a little embarrassedly: "You should tell me your number and I'll call you."

Su Qianci reported Li Sicheng's number and quickly added: "This is my husband's phone number. I don't know where my phone goes. I'll go to re-card it again afterwards."

"Okay, tell me yours, is that OK?"

Su Qianci reported his 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, take a break."

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, looking a little sleepy.
Chapter completed!