He Qianhui looked at him being so excessively attentive and quickly intervened, "Hold on a second, what's up with you today, did you do something bad behind my back again?"
Seeing He Qianhui ask this, Zhang Hao winced, "How could that be? I got off work and came straight home today, then had fried rice by myself at home. If you don't believe me, check my takeout order history."
Zhang Hao took out his phone and pulled up the record of his takeout order from tonight.
He Qianhui glanced at it and quickly set the phone aside, "I don't need to see this, just tell me, who visited your hospital for treatment today?"
Originally, Zhang Hao could have chosen not to answer this question, but he actually recalled in his mind for a moment.
"There weren't any young ones, all older folks, and a bunch of old men too."
He Qianhui squinted her eyes, carefully studying Zhang Hao, "You're not lying to me, you really aren't lying?"
