A group of girls were blushing with excitent, obviously recognizing Feng Ciye.
Feng Ciye had held a piano solo concert in the school auditorium before, and many girls admired him and recognized him at a glance.
"Mr. Feng, what are you doing here?" Lu Zifan glanced at the girls who were so excited they couldn’t speak and took the initiative to ask.
Feng Ciye lightly lifted the flower basket in his hand and smiled, "Professor Yuan asked to visit Yan Le for him, and her sister’s boyfriend is a friend of mine."
The crowd suddenly understood.
They really didn’t get why Jianghai University’s renowned Professor Yuan was fond of Yan Le; clearly, she hadn’t published any good articles during her ti at school, nor had she won any awards.
Perhaps disabled people really garner more sympathy.
Lu Zifan proactively suggested, "We’re also here to visit Yan, so Mr. Feng, why don’t we go together?"
Feng Ciye gave a silent smile, which was considered acquiescence to accompany them.
The three of them entered the elevator. With so many people, the elevator felt incredibly cramped.
A plump senior swung her elbow and accidentally bumped into Su Li’s back, causing her to uncontrollably fall towards Feng Ciye.
A faint scent of cymbidium entered his nostrils, refreshing and pleasant.
Feng Ciye caught her, and Su Li imdiately retreated to a corner, awkwardly saying, "Sorry."
He lifted the corners of his lips, simply smiling.
The elevator doors opened, and people stread out, heading towards Room 2202 where Yan Le stayed, the door wide open revealing a hollow iron gate.
"Second Miss, I think you should be content. Tell , you’re a ntal patient and I’m here to take care of you, why are you being stubborn? Are you eating this al or not? If not, I’ll throw it out later." The caregiver, wrapped in an apron, sat leisurely on the sofa munching an apple, speaking ambiguously.
The girl in the wheelchair gripped the armrest, looking at the already cold al on the table, said, "This is from last night."
"There’s nothing wrong with eating leftover food; I’m too lazy to make you anything new, just deal with it."
The caregiver didn’t care. When she first ca to work here as a caregiver, she carefully attended to everything, fearing that the screenwriter might see and dislike the surveillance footage.
Who knew whatever she did, that screenwriter sister didn’t care, so she began to act recklessly ever since.
The leftover food was okay in winter, but it spoiled by the second day in sumr.
Sotis when the caregiver was engrossed in watching TV, she couldn’t hear Yan Le calling her from the bedroom to help her to the restroom, leading to her falling and crying in pain.
Although she was a disabled ntal patient, fortunately, her screenwriter sister was generous, and the monthly salary was twenty thousand yuan!
The caregiver looked at Yan Le, who had a cold face, and instantly felt displeased, "Not eating? Fine, don’t eat then!" After finishing the apple, the caregiver stood up to toss the leftover food on the dining table.
A doorbell rang unexpectedly.
Turning her head, she saw a group of students outside the hollow iron gate, shocked, with Su Li pressing the doorbell and smiling at the caregiver.
"We’re here to visit the patient, could you please open the door?" Lu Zifan said proactively.
The caregiver’s expression turned uneasy, secretly calling that trouble; those students saw what just happened.
The hollow iron gate opened, and Feng Ciye suddenly asked, "Last ti when I ca with Mu Shian, wasn’t there no iron gate installed?"
The caregiver sent the leftover food to the kitchen, awkwardly smiling, "Fourth Young Master, Miss Yan Huan said that Miss Lele caused trouble at the launch event last ti without reason, so an additional iron gate was installed at the entrance; only Miss Yan Huan and I have the keys."
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