Upon seeing Lu Zhanguo awake, Gu Xiaobei held his hand tightly and remained silent, her face filled with grievance.
Lu Zhanguo cleared his throat and spoke lightly, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Where's Xiaopang? Are they here too?"
At his words, Gu Xiaobei wanted to scold him. The first thing this man did upon waking up was not to show concern for her but to ask about his precious daughter.
Gu Xiaobei kept silent with pursed lips, picked up the cup from the bedside table, dipped a cotton swab into the water and began to gently wipe Lu Zhanguo's dry, chapped lips.
Seeing Gu Xiaobei's pout, Lu Zhanguo was a bit confused since he hadn't said anything inappropriate. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you upset?" Each word he spoke made his chest hurt.
