"Tap, tap, tap."
Qin Xin's Chelsea boots made a rhythmic sound against the floor.
Strong yet nimble.
The three youngsters held their breath.
Hu Yi didn't have time to change into better-looking new clothes. Hastily, he used the display screen of the bedside monitor to roughly fix his messy hair, and disappointedly touched the stubble on his chin.
For the first time in his life, he felt too sloppy and was a bit embarrassed to meet people.
However, the footsteps had already reached the doorway.
"I'm here. Is it convenient to come in now?" Qin Xin politely asked at the door.
Ao Xinghao cleared his throat: "Come in, Xin."
Hu Yi glanced at him and suddenly realized Ao Xinghao had somehow shaved the stubble he had accumulated over the past few days. He looked quite energetic and handsome, and had changed from hospital attire into casual clothes, with a particularly nice style.
