บท 291: No Younger Sister

As he spoke, he led Song Yaoyao upstairs.

The smell of medicine lingered in the air. The second floor was comparatively quiet. In fact, there seemed to be a deadly silence.

"Mom, I'm back."

Wei Ning knocked on a door.

"Ning Ning, you're back?" a weak woman's voice sounded. "Come in. Why are you home so early?"

His eyes turned red as he forced a smile on his face. "I wanted to return earlier to keep you company!"

He then turned his head and pleaded quietly, "Miss Song, can you not tell my mother that you're a doctor?"

Hope had been torn away from them too many times, so Wei Ning did not dare to give his mother hope again.

Song Yaoyao gently nodded her head.

As soon as the door opened, a stronger scent of disinfectant wafted out of the room.

The room had been specially arranged, and next to the bed sat a respirator.