After walking out of the ward, Zhu Luying's stomach suddenly growled.
She patted her belly and said, "I'm hungry, I need to eat something."
"There are a few restaurants near the hospital entrance, let's go out to eat," suggested Cheng Yi.
Zhu Luying nodded, "Alright." She sighed at the end, "I wonder if Jiajia is hungry, and if she wakes up, can she eat something tasty?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yi's gaze darkened slightly.
She turned her head and glanced at Zhu Luying, whose face showed pity and concern, and smiled, "Luying, you care a lot about Jiajia."
"She's my goddaughter, after all."
Cheng Yi feigned jealousy and sighed, "I wonder, if it were me in the ICU today, would you and Gerry be this worried about me."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Zhu Luying glared angrily at Cheng Yi, "Even if it were you, we would be worried and anxious! You, young lady, always think of such nonsense!"
