Xi Mohan stood still, his tall and imposing figure exuding an overwhelming presence before Song Qiao. His eyes moved slightly as his gaze pierced through the glass panel on the door to glance inside the ward. He couldn't actually see anything due to the angle, only a wall, but it was as though he saw the woman lying inside. His thin lips moved and in a deep voice that seemed to spill out from the depths of his throat, he asked, "How is she?"
Song Qiao frowned at the man before her, her impatience increasingly hard to contain. She responded coolly, "She's fine. But Xi Mohan, you should know she doesn't want to see you. If you could be a bit more compassionate, could you possibly stay away from her from now on?"
Xi Mohan's eyes darkened but he did not speak, nor did he move.
