As he spoke, he handed the large bouquet of flowers to Jian Yanyan, then knelt down on one knee, his voice warm and gentle, "Yanyan, marry me!"
Jian Yanyan was momentarily stunned, while the young nurse beside her smiled softly, patting her shoulder, "Miss Jian, quickly say yes."
Many people gathered at the doorway, chanting in unison, "Marry him, marry him, marry him."
At this moment, Jian Yanyan unexpectedly turned her head to look at Su Junhao.
Su Junhao's face showed no expression, his lips pressed into a sharp line, like the edge of a blade.
Jian Yanyan bit her lip.
Everyone thought this was a romantic marriage proposal between a couple, and logically she would agree, and then they would seamlessly get married.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss."
The people outside, and some who had crowded into the ward, were making a commotion.
Ning Yang slowly walked towards Jian Yanyan, bending down to place the flowers aside, and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist.
