Lin Fan was indifferent; nothing mattered to him more than Yin Zhen, and besides, Director Yang's auditions were highly competitive, so his chances of getting in were not guaranteed.
Lin Fan spent day and night by the sickbed. The hospital was tranquil, and fewer visitors frequented the VIP wing. As a result, no one recognized the somewhat famous him.
On the next day, Grandpa Yin paid another visit.
He looked at Lin Fan.
He remembered that the last time he was here, this young man was also present. Grandpa Yin quietly guessed at his relationship with Yin Zhen.
"Your boyfriend?"
"No," Yin Zhen denied, then sharply retorted to him, "Who my boyfriend is, is none of your business."
Lin Fan's apple-slicing motions halted, and his gaze dimmed slightly.
Grandpa Yin disliked the tone of Yin Zhen's speech, but he came with something to discuss, so he didn't dwell on it, saying, "Little Ze's mother is malicious. I've already sent her away,"
"She agreed to leave?"
