An Ru's expression instantly turned rigid.
Although Yu Yanshen had been cold to her before, and she even knew that he might be using her, no, he was using her.
But at that time, his attitude towards her was relatively mild—of course, that was mild in her eyes.
The sudden change in Yu Yanshen's attitude now… was it Yao Qing's doing?
Were they together?
But looking at their interaction, it didn't seem like they were together.
Her gaze shifted to the woman who was lowering her head to prepare breakfast, fixating on her beautiful profile, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.
In just half a month, time had intertwined, and their roles had been reversed.
"It's not necessary, I just happened to be recuperating in this hospital too, so I thought I'd drop by to see you." Her forced smile seemed pitiable, "President Yu, please continue to recuperate in peace, I'll be going now."
Yu Yanshen looked at her indifferently and did not speak.
As for sympathy, he had none.
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