Cheng Youlin never expected that Uncle Feng actually had a daughter.
Aunt Tian glanced at her. "Miss Cheng, this way, please. I'll bring you dinner shortly."
Cheng Youlin nodded. "Thank you, Aunt Tian."
Returning to the hospital room, Cheng Youlin lay on the bed, thinking about Lin Zishuang sleeping in Feng Tianyou's room.
Based on what she knew about Feng Tianyou, he had always disliked anyone touching him—even the slightest brush against the edge of his clothing.
Could it be that Feng Tianyou liked Lin Zishuang?
But if Feng Tianyou liked Lin Zishuang, why did she say earlier that she wasn't his girlfriend?
And she didn't seem upset at all, even graciously giving up the room.
If Lin Zishuang were Feng Tianyou's girlfriend, she'd surely have been angry, wouldn't she?
In the other room, Lin Zishuang had just finished bathing when her phone rang.
