After a long wait, afternoon finally arrived. For Tang Qingxue, this day was truly an excruciating ordeal. The evening came, and the knock on the door sounded as expected.
Tang Qingxue stood quietly in place; the room was unlit, yet the sound was as pleasing and melodious as heavenly music.
After opening the door, the light suddenly turned on with a snap, and Ah Qian hurriedly walked in, holding a tray with a steaming hot dinner on it.
"Ah Qian, quickly tell me!" Tang Qingxue anxiously rushed to Ah Qian, grasping her shoulders and shaking them.
"Miss, you need to eat this meal first, and then I'll tell you."
Ah Qian was quite composed, slowly taking each dish from the tray and placing them on the table. But Tang Qingxue was in no mood to eat, "I can eat later, first tell me, Yin Hun the Nineteenth... did you gather any news from the hospital?"
"Miss, you must eat the meal first before I can tell you, this was our agreement."
