At the hospital, Ling Tianyu glanced at Duan Yanran in the ward, then checked the time. He needed to head back home—Su Ruoxi had asked him to come for dinner, and he couldn't refuse.
"I'm stepping out for a bit." Around 8 p.m., Ling Tianyu informed Duan Yanran and left the hospital to drive home.
While in the car, Ling Tianyu sensed his cultivation within. His spiritual power hadn't fully recovered yet, but it had regained another layer, which made facing opponents at the Qi Refinement Realm not too stressful.
At half-past eight, Ling Tianyu parked the car inside the villa's compound, got out, and entered the house.
"Brother Tianyu." As soon as he arrived in the living room, Song Yanwu, dressed in fitted athletic wear, rose from the couch, greeted him excitedly, the thrill in her voice unmistakable.
Ling Tianyu also knew what was going on—this matchmaking business, what was the point of it all?