Luo Qi had just stepped out, and no one was in the hospital room except Luo's mother, who was deep in sleep.
Qingli didn't rush her, standing quietly in front of the sickbed.
Perhaps Qingli's gaze was too intense, Luo's mother woke up from her sleep.
"Who are you?" Seeing a stranger, Luo's mother eyed her warily.
"Who am I? Why don't you ask your precious daughter?"
Qingli's words had no overt affection or disgust, Luo's mother was unsure what she meant, and could only reply, "Are you a friend of Xiao Qi? She's not here right now, you can wait a bit or call her."
"No, I came to talk to you."
At Qingli's words, a question mark appeared in Luo's mother's eyes, "What do you want with me?"
"I want to tell you to stop your daughter from pestering my boyfriend. He's feeling quite helpless about her, and I assume you don't want your daughter to be a home wrecker, right?"