Both of them simultaneously looked towards the door. The door was gently pushed open, and Rong Qianxia appeared holding a bouquet of fresh flowers in one hand and a fruit basket in the other.
"Qingxin, I came to see you. How are you feeling, is your body better?" Rong Qianxia walked in.
"Miss Rong, please have a seat. I'm much better now and you shouldn't have had to make the trip," Gu Qingxin sat up.
"How can you say it's a bother? It's only right. Young master Han," Rong Qianxia politely smiled at Beiming Han.
Beiming Han's brows lightly creased as he walked over to help Gu Qingxin adjust the quilt behind her.
"Miss Rong, please have a seat," Gu Qingxin coughed a few times.
"Don't be so polite with me. You can call me by my name," Rong Qianxia sat down, placing the flowers and fruit basket on the bedside table.
"Don't chat too long, you need to rest more," Beiming Han advised Gu Qingxin before leaving the ward.
