In a luxury hospital room, Zhao Yuhan rested her head on her hands and chatted with Zhao Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, when is this crisis going to end!"
Zhao Xiaomei shook her head.
For their safety, Sī Mùlí had assigned them ten bodyguards. Four stood outside like temple guardians, while six might be lurking in various corners of the hospital room. Every time they wanted to order takeout, it had to go through layers of screening before finally reaching their hands.
Chapter 55