Song Yuan pushed lightly and turned her head aside, "I don't want to eat."
"Oh, then wait for the meal."
Mr. Song sat down by the bedside, eating the apple himself. The sound of chewing was too close and irritated Song Yuan. She couldn't directly vent her frustration, but her face showed her impatience. "Dad, when are you and Mom going back?"
"Going back, going where?"
Mr. Song still had half an apple in his mouth, "Back to the hotel? Haven't booked it yet, no rush."
"No, I mean when are you going back to the Capital City, home!"
"What for?"
Song Yuan got impatient, "Dad, aren't you and Mom busy? Nothing happening at your company?"
"There is. I can work from here and still take care of you."
"That would delay a lot of things. If there's an emergency at the company, you won't be able to get back quickly. It would be troublesome."
Suddenly, Mr. Song seemed to understand, "You're right. How about I transfer you to a hospital in the Capital City, Yuan Yuan?"
"I'm not going!"
