At the doorway of the hospital room, Mu Yan prepared to enter and saw Luo Yao feeding Mu Chen porridge. The two were silent, one feeding, the other opening his mouth, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Afraid of disturbing this beautiful scene, Mu Yan quietly retreated.
She checked her phone; just moments ago, someone was asking her what she was having for lunch. She immediately had an idea in her heart.
Shengyuan Group, the lobby on the first floor, with summer approaching, the company had received quite a few outstanding recent graduates, with many graduates coming to report in this period.
The receptionist girl was greeting these future elites of the company, contacting the relevant departments to come and collect them.
After sending off one, the next stepped forward, and the receptionist girl routinely asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
"Uh, I suppose not," the woman's voice revealed hesitation.
