When Ruan Xihan opened the door and walked into the ward, Ruan Xihan looked at the people in the room. His eyes were full of questions and puzzles. There was no Ruan Huahui in the room, but a small milk bag about the size of nuanbao


    when xiaonaibao heard the movement and turned around to see Ruan Xihan, his handsome face showed some displeasure, his eyebrows also became wrinkled, and the tender voice came out from the little red lips: "are you Ruan Xihan?"