Gu Baisheng quietly opened the door of the ward, afraid that the noise would wake up Song Shant.

　　But, just carefully turn around and close the door.

　　Song Frost's voice then came over coldly, "My mother is looking for you?"

　　Gu Baisheng's fingers lurched and sighed.

　　Turned around, looked at him, helpless: "Really can't escape your eyes on anything."

　　Song Frost did not respond, just as handsome as ink painting eyebrows without emotion ...