Qin Moting looked at Wen Ru sleeping soundly, "I'll watch over here, you go take care of Huanhuan."
Huo Jinnan reached into the pocket of his suit, found half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, took them out, and placed them on the table beside the hospital bed, "No need to thank me."
"..." Qin Moting pinched the cigarette in his hand, his fingers curled, without making a sound.
Huo Jinnan glanced over, then turned and walked out the door.
Qin Moting turned to look at his retreating figure, stared for a while, then his gaze fell back onto the pack of cigarettes and lighter on the table.
Men like Huo Jinnan really do suit the taste of young girls nowadays, with each of them calling him a male god and darling husband!
He wasn't very fond of him, but it seemed unnecessary for him to be. As long as Che Huan liked him, that was good enough.
