Inside the hospital room, Jiang Qingli said goodbye to Fang Chi.
Professor Xu, standing beside her, led Jiang Qingli out while explaining the patient's condition. She listened attentively, her focus unwavering.
As she pushed the door open, Mo Sinan called out to her, "Miss Jiang, you have a phone call."
Jiang Qingli acknowledged him and walked past Xie Youchen.
Her expression was calm, as if she didn't know him well.
But only Xie Youchen knew that as she passed by just now, in a shadow unnoticed by anyone else, she had gently squeezed his fingertip with her own.
Before he could instinctively squeeze back, she quickly pulled away and quickened her pace toward Mo Sinan to take the call.
Xie Youchen's Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze followed her, not leaving her for a single moment.
Only when his friend beside him asked again did the young man reply nonchalantly, "What's up?"
Song Zhizhou rubbed his chin. "I feel like you've been in an abnormally good mood lately."
