She believed that the situation would definitely develop in a positive direction.
Sun Qing returned that afternoon, accompanied by the lively Little Thirteen as they entered the door. Upon entering, Little Thirteen rushed over to cling to her, while Sun Qing's eyes were fixed on her, bloodshot as if she hadn't seen her in eight hundred generations.
Patting the youngster's head, Zhan Se looked at Sun Qing, who was standing there stiffly.
"Back now!"
"Yeah," Sun Qing's voice was somewhat choked up.
Zhan Se smiled at her and instructed Auntie Li to quickly pour some water. She then peeled off Little Thirteen, who was tightly wrapped around her, and beckoned Sun Qing to sit down before speaking with concern.
"Sun Qing, I've been so busy these days, I haven't had time to visit you at the hospital. Have you recovered well?"
