Song Ci was staying in a single-patient ward, with the door facing the entrance to the corridor, at which a small water dispenser stood. Mu Mian was standing right beside the dispenser. His grey shirt was somewhat wrinkled, and he looked like he hadn't slept at all the entire night.
Song Ci was momentarily taken aback before recovering from her shock. She anxiously cried out, "Father, why are you here?"
Mu Mian approached Song Ci. "If not for the police coming over last night to ask about your condition, we wouldn't know you were in a car accident. Song Song, why didn't you tell us?"
Since Song Ci was wearing a neck brace, she could not lower her head. As a result, it was hard to conceal even the slightest reaction from Mu Mian's eyes.
Face to face with Mu Mian, Song Ci didn't dare to be careless.
