For some reason, a thought actually rose in Rong Xingyu's heart: So he really does look like this.
Yet Rong Xingyu was certain that he had never seen this man before.
The ward fell quiet and Rong Xingyu felt it would be inappropriate to keep standing at the doorway.
With a slight stir of emotion, Rong Xingyu had already lifted his foot and walked toward the hospital bed.
He nodded at the doctors and nurses, then smiled at Mother Rong on the bed and said, "Mom, I brought you food."
As he spoke, Rong Xingyu placed the lunchbox he was holding onto the table.
Seeing several people in white coats all gathered around Mother Rong's bed, Rong Xingyu could not help but frown and asked worriedly,
"Excuse me, is something wrong with my mom?"
"Xiaoyu, Mom's fine," Mother Rong saw Rong Xingyu's expression tense up and quickly spoke to comfort him. "The doctors just came to ask about my current condition."
Rong Xingyu pressed his lips together, yet his expression did not relax.
