Just as Ning Zhiyuan was silent in his thoughts, the door of the ward was opened.

he looked at the door with great expectation. But when he saw that the man was not Li Jiaren, but the servant of the old house of the Lin family, his face immediately darkened.

Xiaoju is standing in the same place with her lunch box. She is a little nervous. She just pushes the door in. Why is her young master's face black?

hesitated again and again, Xiaoju still carried her lunch box and walked away uneasily.

standing three steps away from him, she could not help but lighten her breath and said carefully,...