"Jingyan, you…" Wei Ling placed her hand on his shoulder and hesitated about whether to say it.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the corridor. Wei Ling saw the person from the corner of her eye and was stunned for a second. She didn't expect the person to be so arrogant and dare to come. She instinctively shouted in surprise, "Qiao Nian?"
"Miss Qiao, Qiao Chen's ward is No. 3303." At this moment, Gu San was jogging over and telling the girl the ward number he had found.
"Yes, thank you." The girl raised her hand and pulled her cap. She restrained the coldness in her eyes and looked normal.
"What are you thanking me for?" Gu San looked at the man and said worriedly, "Miss Qiao, do you want me to accompany you inside later?"
"There's no need. I want to handle it myself." Qiao Nian's exquisite eyebrows were raised slightly, and her tone sounded very calm.
