Hearing Shen Chi's questioning, indeed, a hint of hesitation and panic flashed through Shen Cexian's eyes.
But who was Shen Cexian? He quickly suppressed that look, presenting a facade of calm.
Shen Cexian had made up his mind not to talk to Shen Chi, so no matter how Shen Chi questioned him, he remained silent.
Zhou Ran simply stopped speaking as well. She sat back down and quietly organized the items on the table.
They clearly intended to jointly give Shen Chi the cold shoulder. Shen Chi clenched his fists, a coldness flashing in his eyes.
"Nobody's willing to speak?" Shen Chi asked again.
The hospital room was silent, with only the sound of Zhou Ran tidying up the table.
After a long while, with her head lowered, Zhou Ran said faintly while wiping the table, "Achi, if you still consider us family, please leave. Don't trouble your father anymore; his health isn't good."
Next to her, Shen Cexian had closed his eyes, breathing heavily.
