C17 No

Lin Qingxuan's expression did not change as she put down her phone, "There is something going on at the television station. Looks like I have to leave early."

As she spoke, she picked up the grapes on the table. "I will go wash the grapes for you before leaving. Oh right, do you want me to help you bring something over next time?"

"No need. I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow