Having gotten the response he desired, Li Beicheng happily agreed: "Such a good girl."
Yan Xiaye twitched the corners of her lips; it was more unbearable than swallowing a fly. Even the best composure couldn't withstand such provocation. She cursed under her breath and angrily hung up the phone.
...
An hour later, Yan Xiaye dutifully arrived outside the hospital room where Mother Yan was, and did not see Li Beicheng and Yan Shuirou.
Quietly sitting on a chair by the wall, she didn't want to go inside alone to face Mother Yan; moreover, her arrival was merely a part of a transaction and there was no necessity to meet face-to-face.
She stared at the tightly shut door and spaced out for a while. Before long, the door opened before her, not only did doctors and nurses stream out, but also accompanied by the piercing screams and wails of Mother Yan.
