"Ruowei, give me a call when Grandpa wakes up." Lan Zhongxuan said to Lan Ruowei.
"You can stay at the hospital yourself."
Lan Ruowei was very displeased.
Lan Zhongxuan's face fell suddenly. He turned to look at the nurse at the door, took out a business card from his clothes, and handed it to her: "Call me when the patient wakes up tomorrow."
The nurse took the card, glanced at Lan Xin Ai, and said, "Okay, sir."
Lan Zhongxuan directly left with Song Lingyu and her daughter.
As soon as she left the hospital, Song Lingyu looked at the brightly lit street, feeling a little confused for a moment: "Zhong Xuan, where are we going now?"
"Let's find a hotel to stay at first."
Lan Zhongxuan checked the time; it was already four in the morning, indeed quite late.
"Zhong Xuan, you know my body has always been delicate. I'm not used to such poor hotels, and now that I'm pregnant..." Song Lingyu said coyly, not looking like a woman approaching forty at all.
