Gu Nian ascended the stairs, ready to return to her hospital room when she saw Fu Jingshen's tall figure standing at the door, his sharp ink-black eyes having already taken in everything.
Fu Jingshen's gaze landed on Gu Nian, and then swept over An Xuan standing behind her, his thin lips pressing together.
Gu Nian: "..."
It's over.
Good news stays inside, bad news travels far.
Her petulant side had been seen by Fu Jingshen once again.
Really, she had been planning to act docile.
...
An Xuan, seeing Fu Jingshen arrive, brightened up, disregarding her disheveled appearance and quickly scrambled up the stairs.
"Mr. Fu, please don't be angry with Niannian, she was just so heartbroken over losing the child that she lashed out."
Gu Nian: "..."
Still pretending at a time like this, so damn fake.
Fu Jingshen's expression was indifferent, his eyes rested on Gu Nian's soft, pale face, ignoring An Xuan's nonsense and slowly he began to speak.
