Lin Yile was on the verge of crying. How could they decide without even consulting her? She hadn't even appeared in person, and she was already married to Gu Qing. But she had done nothing at all.
Gu Qing put down the documents he had been holding and then stretched out his hand to lift Lin Yile's chin, forcing her to look directly into his face.
"Do you think I'm old?"
"No," Lin Yile hurriedly tried to shake her head, but her head was held firmly by Gu Qing. His hand seemed to possess an inexplicable strength, and on top of that, was he even sick? They said she was supposed to take care of him, but she didn't need to do anything. He washed his own clothes, went to the bathroom by himself, bought his own meals, and even took care of buying hers as well.
Who was really the patient here? Now Lin Yile herself was starting to feel a little confused.
