Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Ma Xiaodong walked in happily, carrying a bag of things.

As soon as the door opened, they were met with the probing gazes of the Song father and daughter.

That look was anything but friendly.

Ma Xiaodong's smile froze on his face, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

This father and daughter are not to be trifled with; he couldn't figure out what he had done to offend them.

Ma Xiaodong nervously touched his face and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Don't look at me like that, it's making me nervous."

"Who were you talking to downstairs just now?" Song Jianping asked.

"You didn't tell anyone? What's wrong?"

Seeing that Song Lingge was about to speak, Song Jianping quickly spoke up and stopped her with a look.

"It's nothing, just asking. Didn't I tell you not to bring anything? What did you bring this time?"

Ma Xiaodong then walked in, smiling, and said, "These are seedless tangerines I brought from my hometown. Here, have a taste."

Seedless tangerines have a slight fruity acidity, which is not what Song Jianping likes, but it suits Song Lingge's taste quite well.

"It's ripe already? I remember it would take a few more days in previous years!" Song Lingge's eyes lit up.

Ma Xiaodong took one out and handed it to her: "These are the earliest ripe ones I picked."

Song Lingge peeled it open and tasted it; it was a familiar taste from her memories.

She handed half to Song Jianping, but Song Jianping didn't take it and waved his hand.

"Not sour."

"I won't eat it even if it's not sour." Just thinking about oranges made Song Jianping's mouth water.

Song Lingge handed him the peeled apple: "Then you can have the apple!"

Song Jianping then took it and took a bite.

He had just eaten, and actually didn't want to eat fruit; he didn't have that habit.

But this was done by Song Lingge; in order to maintain that fragile father-daughter relationship, he changed a lot.

Song Lingge asked Ma Xiaodong, "Do you want an orange or an apple?"

"Oranges, oranges are fine." Ma Xiaodong really wanted to eat an apple, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

"What are you doing here again?" Song Jianping asked.

Ma Xiaodong thought to himself, "You're still in the hospital, how can I, the driver who caused the accident, just sit at home?"

Besides, Song Jianping's promise to arrange a job has never been confirmed, so he has to be as frequent as possible to get help.

“If you keep delaying your discharge, Xiaodong has to come to the hospital! But let me tell you, the doctor has urged me several times to process your discharge. If you keep lingering, I won’t come tomorrow.”

Song Lingge took this opportunity to explain the purpose of her visit, indirectly helping Ma Xiaodong out of his predicament.

Ma Xiaodong cast a grateful glance his way.

"You're going to process my discharge?" Song Jianping asked with a scrutinizing gaze.

You have to settle the bill when you're discharged; the hospital bills for so many days must be quite substantial.

Aside from buying some fruit and such, Song Lingge really hadn't spent any money on her father.

Song Jianping asked this question because he really wanted to see if his daughter was willing to make sacrifices for him.

“If I don’t do it for you, who will? You have to go yourself, that’s fine too.” Song Lingge said casually, peeling the veins off an orange.

Song Jianping smiled, a rare smile of relief appearing on his face.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'm being discharged today."

“Okay, Xiaodong, you sit with him for a while. I’ll go and handle the discharge procedures first.” Song Lingge said and then left.

Looking at her retreating figure, Ma Xiaodong said to Song Jianping, "Uncle Song, Lingge is truly filial."

In fact, given Song Lingge's current wealth, paying for Song Jianping's hospitalization is a trivial matter.

Having a lot of money doesn't necessarily mean someone is willing to spend it on him.

If given the choice, Song Lingge would not want to spend a single penny of her money on Song Jianping.

But what a coincidence that I ran into Zhou Songmei today, and I got a chance to earn some points in front of Song Jianping.

As soon as she opened the door, Song Lingge was startled.

After closing the door, Song Lingge whispered, "Why are you squatting by the door again?"

Qiao Nansheng came up after Ma Xiaodong.

It wasn't that he was stingy, but the fact that they were childhood sweethearts made him very cautious.

However, he would never admit that he came up because he was worried about the safety of the people.

"It's because you've been up here for so long. Of course I was worried, so I came up to check on you!"

Song Lingge didn't believe his nonsense. In broad daylight, with people coming and going, and she was going to see her biological father, what was there to worry about?

"Are you jealous? You only followed after seeing Ma Xiaodong come up, right?" Song Lingge saw through it at a glance.

Qiao Nansheng was exposed, but he still said defiantly, "How could that be? Do you think I'm such a weak-willed person?"

Song Lingge really wanted to say yes, but since she had already reached the information desk, she decided to deal with her business first.

Upon hearing that Song Jianping was going to be discharged from the hospital, the nurses readily led Song Lingge to complete the necessary procedures.

Fearing that if they slowed down, Song Jianping would change his mind.

It's unbelievable that even doctors and nurses would resist hospitalization.

After completing the discharge procedures, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng returned to the ward together.

Song Jianping was directing Ma Xiaodong to pack up his things, and they were almost done.

"It's all done, you can be discharged now," Song Lingge said.

"Why is he here?" Song Jianping asked Qiao Nansheng.

"I just called Nansheng. Did you just get discharged from the hospital and expect me to take the bus?" Song Lingge answered briskly, without batting an eye.

Qiao Nansheng secretly thought that he would have to pay close attention to what she said in the future.

Song Jianping felt even warmer. Song Lingge was different from Zhou Songmei. Although she didn't know how to use sweet words, she did practical things.

"We've finished packing, let's go! Ma Xiaodong, you can go back after you take your things down!"

Song Jianping has a complete system for arranging people.

He's reluctant to make arrangements for Song Lingge right now, and he can't conveniently make arrangements for Qiao Nansheng, so he has to make as many arrangements as possible for Ma Xiaodong!

Ma Xiaodong was honest and didn't mind at all, so he happily carried all the things.

Qiao Nansheng wouldn't even let him lend a hand.

"Xiaodong, where are you going? We'll give you a ride, it's just a short drive," Song Lingge asked from the passenger seat.

Ma Xiaodong shook his head. Song Jianping's arrangement just now clearly showed that he didn't want to go with him, and he wasn't going to rush to follow him.

"It's very convenient for me to take the bus; it's right there when I get off. I won't trouble you."

"Let's go, let's go!" Song Jianping urged impatiently.

"Then be careful, and call me if anything happens!"

As soon as Song Lingge finished saying her polite goodbyes, Qiao Nansheng indeed stepped on the gas and drove away.

Song Lingge glared at him, then said to the back seat, "You're being too rude to order Ma Xiaodong around."

Song Jianping, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and said with dissatisfaction, "What? He bumped into me, and I didn't make him pay, so I can't even be bossed around?"

After saying that, Song Jianping shifted his position forward and said to Qiao Nansheng, "Xiao Qiao, let's not go home yet. Let's drive outside and find a place to hide. We'll follow Ma Xiaodong."

"What are you doing with Ma Xiaodong?" Song Lingge asked, puzzled.

"It's alright, just do as I say."