Alex, his mind racing, examined the medical case Yu Xuan had left. The information was vague, the details scant. He couldn't be sure if the man was truly ill, or if this was some kind of ploy.
A sense of unease settled over him. Yu Xuan, a man he had once considered a friend, had proven to be ruthless and manipulative. He couldn't trust him, not after what he had done.
Yet, there was a part of him that felt a pang of sympathy. Yu Xuan's father, a man he had never met, was ill. It was a difficult situation, a reminder of the fragility of life.
As he sat at the dinner table, his mind was consumed by thoughts of Yu Xuan, his motives, his intentions. He couldn't decide what to do, whether to trust the man or not.
Wu Xiufan, noticing his distraction, reached out and took his hand. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Alex shook his head, trying to hide his unease. "I'm just thinking," he replied.
