Tan Mo had something to ask Wei Zhiqian. She didn't want to have any of her family members present.
"Little Uncle." Tan Mo entered the room, but she didn't immediately run over when she saw Wei Zhiqian.
She stood a certain distance away from him between the door and the hospital bed.
"Why are you standing so far away?" Wei Zhiqian had been sitting up reading a book. Now he put down his book, sat up straight, and stretched out his hand toward Tan Mo, saying, "You only left yesterday, but you're already treating me like a stranger?"
Tan Mo was nervous, and her heart was beating extremely fast.
She walked up to Wei Zhiqian and stood there obediently.
Wei Zhiqian raised his eyebrows. Although Tan Mo had always been well-behaved, she had never seemed as nervous as she was now, as if she had done something wrong.
Wei Zhiqian could vaguely guess why she was acting like this.
"Little Uncle, how is your injury coming along?" Tan Mo asked.
