Strangely, Mu Rongyun came back, but Xiao Sun, who left the brick kiln factory early, never appeared again. Hua Qingyi wanted to ask, but always felt it had nothing much to do with him; less trouble is better than more. Besides, this person might not necessarily tell him.
No one knows where Mu Rongyun got the IV drip from. The coldness of the infusion made Wu Shuang uncomfortable, while Mu Rongyun was using hot water to warm her arm. As a doctor, he genuinely looked the part.
At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Hua Qingyi glanced at Mu Rongyun and then walked to the door. "Who?"
"Ah, Young Master Hua, it's me, Lao Zhao." Director Zhao stood at the door, chuckling; he really came quickly.
"Oh, Director Zhao, wait a moment, I'll put on some clothes." Hua Qingyi deliberately waited at the door for a while before opening it. "What brings you here so late?"
