"Ms. Tong, Mr. Michelle specifically instructed us to take good care of you. Besides, your body is still so weak that you cannot leave the hospital. Please don't make it difficult for us."
Michelle hired three caretakers to look after Tong Ruoxin, rotating 24 hours a day. Of course, whenever he could squeeze out even a little time, even ten minutes, he would personally come to the hospital to accompany her.
It's just that Xiya's death required him to go out and take care of some matters.
As soon as Ye Che pushed the door open, he saw Tong Ruoxin entangled with several caretakers. Her hand was bleeding as if she had pulled out the needle herself.
When Tong Ruoxin saw Ye Che, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Ye Che, where is Yiyi? I want to see Yiyi. I want to see her right now."
Ye Che was not surprised at all by Tong Ruoxin's intense emotions. He waved to the caretakers and said, "You all go out first. I have something to say to Ms. Tong."
