In the hospital.
Beichen Rui was sitting by the hospital bed, resting his eyes. He had come straight to the hospital after leaving the company last night, only relaxing after confirming that Ye Xinluo's fever had subsided.
He stayed in the hospital room reviewing documents until late at night, only resting in the chair in the early hours of the morning.
The little one lying beside Ye Xinluo turned over, draping a leg over Beichen.
Disturbed by the motion, Beichen Rui opened his eyes, a flash of cold sharpness in them before they returned to normal.
Looking at the little one's leg on him, he chuckled softly, reached out to move the leg, and tucked it back under the blanket.
Just as he was about to stand up, before he could take two steps, the little one on the bed started moving again.
He saw the little one turn over and was about to roll off the bed. Beichen Rui turned his head, and in the next second, the little one began to roll towards the floor.
