Contrary to her awkwardness and unease, Huo Jingshen straightened up, standing elegantly, with both hands slowly inserted into his suit pants' pockets. He appeared relaxed and at ease with a slight smirk on his lips, calm... as if the man from just a moment ago was not him at all.
He nodded slightly at everyone, his tone surprisingly composed, "Wanwan is okay now. Grandfather doesn't need to worry."
Jiang Yi smiled, "Glad to hear she's okay."
Then, no one spoke.
Since they didn't know each other well and had broken in on them, Su Wanwan kept her head low and didn't say anything. The atmosphere of the hospital room... was a bit awkward.
Only Qiao Zixin felt an overwhelming anxiety.
When she had walked in, Huo Jingshen had been leaning over the bed, in a pose... that looked like he was about to devour Su Wanwan.
Holding her hands tightly together, it felt as though countless ants were crawling inside her-- her jealousy reaching a fever pitch.
