"Isn't it? I just saw it on the bench; a passing nurse said it might be yours from the ward, so I brought it over."
Lin Yan stared at the bag of oranges; she hadn't bought them.
She smiled and said, "Sorry, this isn't mine. When I saw your daughter that day, she was really cute."
Meeting several times, it felt like fate.
Bai Xiaoyin's throat was dry with tension; she hadn't expected to see Lu Chenyuan's wife in the ward.
Lu Chenyuan wasn't in the room; she wanted to buy some fruit to see him but didn't get to see him.
"Is your child sick?" Bai Xiaoyin looked at the little boy lying in the ward. His eyebrows and eyes resembled his father's too much, and his silent demeanor gave off a 'keep away' vibe.
Lin Yan said, "It's nothing serious, he'll be discharged in a few days."
Bai Xiaoyin praised, "This child is really good-looking, almost like a little mixed-blood. It's good that it's nothing serious, I won't disturb you any longer, I'll head back now."
