Mo Yongqiang put his hands in his pocket and looked at Shen ziqian coldly.
Pan ru wanted to give him a good scolding when he saw him coming in. However, she felt that Shen ziqian was indeed in the wrong, so she could only stand up.
"You young people talk, is there anything you can't talk about? After all, everyone was at fault, right? I'll go out and see what's going on outside. " As she spoke, she looked at the scattered apples on the ground and sighed.
It was quiet in the ward. Shen ziqian sat on the bed and looked up at the man in front of her.
He walked to the window and pushed it open, letting the cold wind blow in. She was sitting on the bed in a thin shirt, shivering from the cold. He had his back to her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff.
