Qiao Qiao nodded and sat down by the hospital bed, quietly saying to Su Hongxing, "If you want to cry, go ahead and cry. It might make you feel better."
Su Hongxing stared blankly at Qiao Qiao, her lips pale as paper, her complexion an unhealthy shade of green.
"Your grandmother is bringing Little Pudding to the hospital right now, and soon you'll be able to see Little Pudding," continued Qiao Qiao.
Perhaps with the lovely company of Little Pudding, Su Hongxing could regain her usual cheerful smile.
Upon hearing the name Little Pudding, a glimmer of light flashed in Su Hongxing's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.
Qiao Qiao leaned closer to Su Hongxing and added, "Do you want to see your son? That little guy will be here soon too. He's really handsome, inheriting the best features of you and Ye Qilan..."
She deliberately mentioned Ye Qilan's name to gauge Su Hongxing's reaction.
