Feng Zhihe nodded, and the two walked toward the VIP ward area together.
As soon as Feng Zhihe entered the ward, she saw their sweet appearance, and couldn't help but feel happy for them.
Her son has been single for so many years and finally is willing to settle down.
She thought, with An An around, her son definitely won't want to lie in bed all the time.
"Mom..."
"Hello Aunt..."
An An turned around and saw Madame Lu coming in, quickly getting up.
"An An, come over and eat. Your mother brought you some food as well. Eat what you like more. This is soup made for Mingfei."
An An looked at the several dishes Feng Zhihe made. Actually, Lu Mingfei couldn't eat solid food yet; these were made for her.
An An felt a bit uncomfortable, "Auntie, you didn't rest well last night, and came so early today, and even made so many dishes. Please rest a bit, don't overwork yourself."
