Yang Muya stared at Xia Changyue for a moment, looked at her stubborn little face, and said a word without thinking.

When the words fell, she thought of that person, and her eyes darkened.

"Why did you suddenly ask my father's name?" Xia Changyue came back to her senses, muttered suspiciously, and then spoke very frankly, "My father's name is Xia Hua." ”

"Xia Hua ......" Yang Muya's body stiffened slightly, and a lost light color crossed her eyes.

Not the name.

She's crazy to ask such a question.

"My father's name is Xia Hua, is there any problem?" Xia Changyue looked at Yang Muya, who was distracted, and couldn't help but ask.

It's just a name, how she seems to be disappointed.

Her father's name is Xia Hua, what is there to be disappointed in her? Could it be that it has something to do with the person she's looking for?

"You ......"

"And how old are you?" Xia Changyue was just about to speak, but Yang Muya's question came out one step faster than her.

"Twenty-five, what's wrong? Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? Xia Changyue was a little confused by her series of questions.

She originally wanted to set Yang Muya's words, but why didn't she put out a word now, but instead explained her own affairs cleanly......

No wonder Yan Chengchi always scolded her for being stupid, and now she is beginning to wonder if her IQ has been hollowed out.

"Are you twenty-five?" Yang Muya looked petite and lively, just like Xia Changyue who had just come out of the campus, her eyes were full of complicated light.

A year older than her children.

That's right, how could there be such a coincidence, someone she couldn't find in the world, sent it to her by herself.

Sure enough, it was her delusion......

But when she woke up from her coma, heard what the doctor said to her, and watched her obediently being reprimanded and not defending herself, the indescribable throbbing flowed in her blood.

Looking at her early twenties, she was so in a trance that she began to have delusions.

"The porridge is going to be cold, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it later." Xia Changyue hugged the porridge that was about to cool down, and couldn't help urging.

"No, I don't have an appetite." Yang Muya narrowed her eyes in disappointment and lay back on the hospital bed.

Reaching out and pulling the quilt, he covered his body, unwilling to say a word more.

"......" Xia Changyue was stunned by the bed, not knowing what he had just said wrong.

"Miss!" The housekeeper of the Yang family pushed open the door of the ward, saw Yang Muya lying on the hospital bed, and immediately walked towards her nervously.

"Her fever has subsided, she just refuses to eat, since you are here, I will leave it to you, she doesn't want to see me, I'll go first." Xia Changyue's eyes flashed when he saw the housekeeper, put down the porridge in his hand, and prepared to leave the ward.

"Wait." Yang Muya, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly spoke, turned around, and looked in the direction of Xia Changyue.

"Leave your phone number, when I get better, I'll call you, I won't let you save me in vain."

"I just said that I didn't save you because of ......"

"I didn't say that I would promise to help you at the shareholders' meeting of the Yan consortium, you don't have to refuse me in a hurry." Yang Muya interrupted her lightly.

Hearing this, Xia Changyue bit her lip, and no longer pretentious, wrote down her mobile phone number, pressed it on the table, and nodded towards Yang Muya before turning around and leaving the ward.