Who could it be?
In the afternoon, after waking from a nap, she heard from the caregiver that someone had come to visit.
"Who?"
Qiao An asked drowsily.
"It's Young Master Ye."
Young Master Ye...
Young Master Ye... Ye Hang Chen?
It seems she hasn't seen him for a long time. Why is he suddenly visiting her?
The caregiver led Ye Hang Chen into the hospital room. The spacious room was arranged warmly, and the baby's crib was particularly eye-catching.
Qiao An seemed to have just woken up, leaning against the headboard, her gaze distant, holding a little one in her arms.
When the man with the tall frame appeared, Qiao An's gaze was instantly drawn to him.
Ye Hang Chen was different from Song Yunchi and Mu Jingxi.
He was as clear and gentle as jade bamboo, giving off a scholarly aura, yet without feeling fragile, refined and elegant, his every gesture oozing gentlemanly charm.
