"You!" Sun Yan also caught the insinuation in the words, angrily stomped out her lady's cigarette underfoot, called a "little hooligan," and sat on the rest bench with a lengthened face.
Her own identity is noble, why bother being upset with a little hooligan? After the major matters are finished, she can turn around and deal with him, it's not too late.
Time passed second by second, occasionally medical staff would enter and leave the ward. Zhang Man wanted to go up and ask, but was afraid of interrupting the treatment, so she had to stand by the side, and when the door opened, she took the brief moment to anxiously tiptoe and peep inside.
In comparison, Sun Yan, as the biological mother, appeared much more indifferent. She crossed her legs, leaned back with eyes half-closed on the bench, lost in her own thoughts.
