"Ah!"
Bi Qingyun, looking utterly distraught, had just stepped out of the hospital when he was bumped by a young man walking towards him. His phone fell to the ground with a 'clap'.
He quickly turned around to look at the phone on the ground, his face changing color. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, a pair of hands grabbed it before him. The young man who had bumped into him apologized and carefully checked Bi Qingyun's phone before dusting it off and handing it back to him. "I'm sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean to. My dad is in the hospital, and I'm a bit anxious."
Looking at the anxious young man, Bi Qingyun suddenly thought, he's much older than Bi Xia. If he's so upset about his father being sick, how devastated must little Bi Xia have been when he heard about his father's death?
Perhaps trying to make himself feel better, Bi Qingyun waved at the young man. "It's okay. Just be more careful next time."
"Uncle Jianbo, why did you leave?"
