Three consecutive days.
Dan Hanxi hasn't given any news.
It has been three days since Qin Youxuan saw Dan Hanxi.
He hasn't returned to the private villa, nor has he left the hospital.
The intensive care unit where Dan Hanxi is remains heavily guarded.
"Xuan, what do you think Dan Hanxi means by this? He agreed to accept treatment; isn't it better the sooner, the better? Why hasn't he let us get close after so many days?"
Rui Hui sat on the sofa, holding Little Tingye in her arms.
When she spoke, the little guy immediately lifted his head, his big, dark eyes blinking.
"Auntie is talking business, don't flutter your eyelashes at me; I won't be able to resist." Rui Hui pinched his delicate little face, jokingly said.
"Hee hee..."
The little guy, instead of crying when pinched, laughed happily.
His soft little body slid down from the sofa and started to run with tiny steps.
He had just taken two steps when he fell heavily onto the carpet.
