When Murong Qiao asked him this, Huo Yuchen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he was nimbly peeling off a thin piece of apple skin with a fruit knife.
Murong Qiao's gaze slid down. She saw that the other party's movements were extremely agile. The apple spun around in circles, but the thinly sliced skin didn't show any signs of breaking.
"If you want to say it, feel free to tell me. If you don't want to talk about it, just rest well." Huo Yichen cut the peeled apples into pieces and placed them on the table before stuffing them into Murong Qiao's hand so that she could save some energy when eating.
However, he only said this on the surface and put on a relaxed attitude. He had already sent a message to Ye Zhen before coming to the hospital and asked him to investigate what had happened today.
Murong Qiao looked at the fruits in her hand and stuffed a piece into her mouth. It tasted sweet and a little cold.
