Chapter 395
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After searching for a while, Su Qianci went back the way she came.
She walked to Rong Haiyue's ward and knocked on the door. There was a quick response. "Come in."
It was Rong Haiyue's voice.
Su Qianci walked in, and Rong Haiyue's eyes lit up. However, when he saw her, there was a trace of imperceptible disappointment in his eyes. He smiled and said, "It's you."
It was this girl …
He had almost mistaken her for someone else just now.
Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you for last night."
"You're welcome. If it were someone else, I would have saved them as well."
So, it was not because you looked like her.
Rong Haiyue said that to himself, but when he saw that face, his heart still ached.
Su Qianci walked over and glanced at his arm, which was obviously wrapped in gauze. She bowed deeply. "I'm sorry that you got hurt."
Rong Haiyue quickly helped her up and said, "I said, if it were someone else, I would have saved them as well. In a situation like last night, I don't think anyone would sit back and do nothing. What's more, I am a soldier."
"I know."
"It's good that you know. Soldiers are the embodiment of justice. As a soldier, if I did not even help when something like that happened, wouldn't it be too useless and a waste of my identity as a soldier?" Rong Haiyue pretended to be proud, but after he said that, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously used the way he usually coaxed his daughter.
Su Qianci wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help tearing up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."
"You child …" He chuckled, but his fists hidden under the quilt were slightly clenched.
She was so similar, exactly like Rong Xuan when she was young.
Frank, pure, kind, and upright.
What a good child, but why was she Song Yifan's daughter?
Rong Haiyue was a bit disappointed. Looking at her, he pretended to ask casually, "Did your father come to see you?"
"He is in London. My husband probably did not tell him about it."
"Business trip?"
"Performance."
"Oh … That's good. Mr. Song is a very good musician. Our neighbor's child especially admires him."
Su Qianci smiled, her eyes sparkling as she nodded. "I also admire him very much. My father is the best."
"Yes." Rong Haiyue lowered his eyes to hide his loneliness.
"Mr. Rong, is it convenient for you to give me your contact information?"
Rong Haiyue was a little surprised, but he quickly agreed and turned to the table to flip through the paper.
But there was no such thing.
Rong Haiyue was a little embarrassed and said, "You should tell me your number. I will call you."
She told him Li Sicheng's number and quickly added, "This is my husband's number. I don't know where my cell phone is. I will get a new card later."
"Alright, can you tell me yours too?"
She then told him her number and looked at the time in the ward. It was almost 10 PM. "It's too late. I'll go back now. Good night, Mr. Rong."
"Good night, rest early."
She nodded gratefully and quickly walked out, closing the door behind her.
Back in the ward, Li Sicheng sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, looking sleepy.
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