C727 Misunderstanding

Fang Fang was resting his chin on his hand as he sat absent-mindedly by the side. On the table, there was a bowl of beans that had already been scattered by his boredom. After having dinner with Jiangmen Yu last night, it was already too late. He didn't want to disturb those who had just recovered from their severe illness.

When she went to find the patient this morning