Waiting? Waiting for what? Although it seemed like nothing was said, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue both understood the meaning. They exchanged a glance. Lan Xue's eyes were full of warning, and Luo Zheng could only smile wryly but didn't explain. Seeing Luo Zheng's pitiful expression, Lan Xue couldn't help but burst into laughter, like a mountain flower blooming, fresh and elegant, exceptionally graceful.
The two chatted for a while. Lan Xing and Hong Meihua came in, with Lan Xing holding a big bouquet of flowers, placing them by the bed, and cheerfully said, "Big hero, feeling better?"
"Hey, hey? Your sister is here. How come you don't care about her? I've always been so good to you," Lan Xue pretended to be dissatisfied, looked at Hong Meihua, and politely smiled, "Here you are, no place to sit though, you'll have to stand."
"No problem," Hong Meihua laughed.
