C634 Mating Criteria

When Song Cheng pushed the wheelchair back to the ward, he discovered that Song Yangyu was already there.

"Uncle, when did you arrive?"

Song Yangyu was standing at the window of the ward. One of his hands was in his pocket while the other was hanging by his side. There was even half a cigarette between his fingers.

The entire ward was still filled with the faint smell of tobacco smoke