Nan Qingqing heard Nan Zhuoyuan's angry shout and instantly tears of grievance welled up in her eyes.
Her frail body trembled slightly, as if she were deeply aggrieved; her eyes reddened, and tears plopped down while her voice softened.
"Big brother, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just a bit worried about mom, so I wanted to go in and see her."
Nan Zhuoyuan looked at her feigned weakness and felt a hint of irritation rise in his heart.
Thinking of Nan Yu, who was treating their mother in the ward at that moment, he closed the ward door, stood in front of Nan Qingqing, and tried to calm himself down.
He placated her with pretense, "Qingqing, Dean Li is treating our mother, and it's necessary to maintain quiet. We shouldn't disturb him here. Let's go talk on the seventh floor."
Nan Qingqing glanced at the tightly shut door and remembered the phone call from Gu Chuxin.
Her nose twitched, and she nodded hoarsely, "Okay."
