บท 349: The Mystery Behind the Collapse of the Ancestral Hall I

Two days later, the stitches on Jiang Ruolan's head opened at 10 am. Around 2 pm, Xiaoyi was sitting on the bed across the room, staring at her with wide eyes. Ever since she spoke to Xian Zihao, her eyes hadn't stopped staring at her (Jiang Ruolan).

Jiang Ruolan didn't know what Xian Zihao had said to Xiaoyi that day. She wanted to ask him, but she always forgot.

What did he say to this little girl? 

Why was she always staring at her and without hostility too?

As she was thinking, Xiong Ruogang suddenly pushed open the ward door and in her hand, was a plastic of donkey meat she had bought at a nearby restaurant.

"Eh? Sis Jiang, why is President Xian not here today?" Xiong Ruogang asked while looking at Jiang Ruolan's medical report. "When I came here yesterday, I saw him here with you."