The night at the hospital was particularly cold and silent, surrounded only by the sound of the whistling wind.
Tong Songlin stood there, the dim yellow light shining on her body, her ethereal temperament indeed had a hint of familiarity.
Lu Beichen was the first to speak: "Do you really want to marry Xiyao to Ning Zeyan?"
"Otherwise?" Tong Songlin opened her mouth lightly, because across sunglasses, it was impossible to know her expression, "I remember when Xiyao returned, and later when you called me a few times, I advised you to take good care of her, and now she has become like this."
Lu Beichen's face slightly sank, frowning and staying silent, "Ning Zeyan is not bad, considering background far better than Ning Zesheng. I returned to take Xiyao back to Paris, if she is not willing, marrying Ning Zeyan is not impossible."
