That sounded like Ji Mingqian's voice.
Before he could wonder, a slender figure burst in from outside the door, in a hurry.
Being the closest to the door, Wei Xi saw the person who suddenly charged in and almost doubted whether he was having a hallucination.
Overwhelmed by shock, his tongue tied in knots, "Wi-Wi-Wif... Wife."
How long had it been since she finished the call? How could the wife arrive so quickly—could she teleport?
"Hi, good evening," Ji Mingqian followed through the door. Seeing Wei Xi's horrified expression, he reached out and patted his shoulder.
Worried about Li Mochan all the way, Ye Jiuliang had eyes only for the man sitting on the hospital bed and didn't notice someone else nearby for a moment.
She came to the bedside, her cold gaze meticulously assessing the man's injuries, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you running so fast? Slow down," Li Mochan grabbed her hand, pulling her to sit down beside the bed.
