Wen Yanqing did not have the time to blame himself when someone wanted to take advantage of the situation.
He returned to the ward and picked up an apple, peeling it slowly.
Lin Zhaonan patted his shoulder and left.
When he wasn't around just now, he didn't know what Mr. Lin and Lin Gantang were talking about. Now, he was muttering, "I feel that you've been a little unlucky recently. No, I have to get someone to read your fortune."
And Lin Gantang's helpless expression.
He even wanted to hire fortune-tellers.
After a while, Gu Zhichuan came in. Wen Yanqing glanced at him and sneered to himself when he did not see Gu Zhichuan bring the flowers in.
"Zhichuan is here," Mr. Lin said calmly.
"Uncle, I'm here to see Gantang," Gu Zhichuan said.
Mr. Lin glanced at Wen Yanqing and said, "It's just a small injury. There's nothing to look at. You've troubled yourself."
