"That's amazing!"
"Of course!"
...
Similar conversations were happening in the crowd from time to time. Some were fans of Diwu Qian, others were fans of Sun Mulin, and some recognized the other people. The gathered crowd suddenly became noisy.
The noise outside naturally didn't reach the ears of Mo Ying and the others, who had entered Du Xixi's ward. They never cared about others' opinions of them, whether it be admiration or disdain. It didn't matter to them.
Their purpose in coming here was simply to visit Du Xixi.
Mo Ying, being the only female present besides Du Xixi, had it much easier than Ye Wenting and the others. She directly sat by Du Xixi's bedside, holding her hands and began showing concern.
The group of big men looked at Mo Ying, who was already seated, and the spacious ward with only two chairs, and felt a bit headache-inducing.
