"Zhuo Ting, I'm still here."
Wen Nian spoke out softly, and Zhuo Ting suddenly fell silent. He walked out of the ward on his own, his face showing a look of deep concern for the person who was being resuscitated inside.
"Lili, don't take it to heart. The Vice President was just too anxious."
Song Jiayu said to Song Lili.
Song Lili shook her head and didn't say anything more.
Initially, she had planned to leave with Wen Nian, but it now seemed inappropriate to do so.
"Why don't you go back first?"
Song Lili said to Wen Nian.
Wen Nian glanced at the time and, taking Song Lili by the hand, sat down again,
"Let's wait a little longer."
"..."
Song Lili looked at him, "You don't have to worry about me. Dad is here. It's okay."
"The meeting in the afternoon doesn't start until three-thirty. We still have time."
Wen Nian insisted, and Song Lili didn't push further. Having Wen Nian by her side was always a good thing.
Song Jiayu sat across from them.
