Later, without knowing how, Shen Jianian fell asleep. The next day, when she woke up, the person beside her had already gotten up. The light in the bathroom was on, and he was inside washing up.
The door to the ward was gently knocked twice.
Considering that Fu Jichen wasn't dressed and it was inconvenient for him to see anyone, Shen Jianian carefully moved her injured leg, got out of bed, limped to the door in slippers, and unlocked it.
The person outside was Song Fang, holding a silver-gray paper bag. He looked up and saw Shen Jianian, showing no surprise, and smiled, "Sorry to disturb, these are clothes for Mr. Chen. Could you please hand them over to him? I'll wait for him in the car."
Shen Jianian took the paper bag from his hand.
"Why are you up?" Fu Jichen's voice came from the bathroom.
