Rong Yan raised her eyebrows, "You really don't want to go out?"
"Yes," Qin Yu nodded swiftly.
"That's fine! We'll go out together next time then." Not going would make things even more convenient for herself, so Rong Yan didn't insist.
Qin Yu let out a sigh of relief at her words.
He hurriedly carried his bowl and chopsticks out.
Meanwhile, Rong Yan got up and entered the main house where her father was, only to see her mother wiping away tears, so she approached, "What's wrong? My dad is okay now, aren't you happy?"
"...Of course, I'm happy."
She was so happy.
"By the way, where did this come from?" Madam Rong pointed at the oxygen mask on Mr. Rong's face, which looked strange and somewhat unlike the ones in the hospital.
"Mom, I got this from somewhere else. We can't let others know about it, so for the next few days, let's not allow anyone else into this room."
