Song Ning closed her laptop, stretched, and checked her pulse.
Jiahui looked up and asked worriedly, "How is it?"
Song Ning smiled. "It's pretty good."
Jiahui stopped working as well and stretched. "Let's go downstairs and take a walk to get some fresh air…"
Song Ning nodded in agreement. She said with a sigh, "My foot injury won't heal so soon so there's no way for me to exercise. It can't be good for the baby if I just sit around like this, right?"
Jiahui agreed with Song Ning. She said, "I'll go to the OB/GYN department in the afternoon and ask for the doctors' opinions."
Song Ning smiled gratefully.
"My cousin said Zhuang Ji's sales this season are very good. She's planning to visit you on behalf of Zhuang Ji's employees and take the chance to show next season's designs as well," Jia Hui said as she helped Song Ning, who still needed crutches to walk, into a wheelchair.
Song Ning smiled and said, "Sure, I'm free every day anyway. However, Sister An Ran is always so busy. I'm afraid she'll probably have to visit me during her time off, right? I feel bad she has to sacrifice her resting time just to visit me."
Jiahui pushed Song Ning out of the ward and said with a smile, "My cousin said it's impossible to find another good boss like you so she's willing to work like a slave!"
Song Ning said with a sigh, "I'm not qualified to be a boss. It's all thanks to Mu Chen and Cheng Che."
As they were making their way to the elevator, Jiahui suddenly said, "Wait for me. I'm going to grab a bottle of water for you." Then, she turned around and made her way back to Song Ning's ward.
Song Ning pushed herself to the elevator; she found it quite fun. When she was passing by the pantry, one of the wheels was caught in a gap between the tiles. She lowered her head to check the wheel, trying to free the wheel when voices drifted into her ears.
"Let me tell you some explosive news. It's the best kind of gossip!"
"What is it? Is it about a celebrity?"
"You're right; it's about a celebrity. It's about Ye Xin, that Little Ning Xia. Do you know her?"
"How can I not know her? She's still unconscious in the ICU."
"Do you know why she's called Little Ning Xia?"
"Isn't that obvious? It's because they look alike, right?"
Song Ning paused. The conversation had caught her attention, and she could not help but listen in.
"Think about it. How can two strangers look so alike?"
"What's so strange about that? Moreover, many celebrities have work done on their faces. From their appearance to their personality, everything is cultivated. It's not surprising that they resemble each other…"
"Let me tell you… It's not a coincidence that Ning Xia and Little Ning Xia resemble each other…"
"Really?"
"Of course! Let me tell you a secret…"
Following that, the voices grew softer and softer. Song Ning could not help but move closer to the entrance of the pantry, trying to hear better.
Humans were inherently curious about secrets, let alone secrets concerning themselves.
Song Ning strained to listen to the conversation.
At this moment…
"Ningning, what are you doing here?" Jiahui's voice rang from behind, frightening Song Ning.
The voices in the pantry stopped abruptly as well.
Song Ning could not help but frown.
Jiahui placed the bottle of water in Song Ning's arms before she continued to push the wheelchair to the elevator.
However, Song Ning raised her hand to stop Jiahui.
At this time, a nurse and a cleaner walked out of the pantry. When they saw Song Ning and Jiahui, they immediately panicked and tried to hurry away.
"Wait a minute," Song Ning called out gently.
Jiahui was confused. "What's wrong? Do you need anything?"
Song Ning did not look at Jiahui.. Instead, she asked gently, "I overheard your conversation about Ning Xia and Little Ning Xia's relationship earlier. Can you tell me about it?"
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