Why didn't Lin Shuang come?
This was the question that sprang into Yin Hehe's mind as she averted her gaze from the man.
"President Sheng, let's go change into sterile clothing; do you want to hand your belongings to Miss Han? The surgery is estimated to take two hours."
Hearing the nurse ask behind him.
Yin Hehe then turned around, her eyes looking towards the two of them.
"No need, give it to my assistant!"
A few extremely cold words, accompanied by the man's gaze that treated her as if she were air, and soon, Yin Hehe saw him hand the things to the nurse.
Then, he went in.
Yin Hehe: "..."
Is that necessary?
Was he so afraid that a single glance at her would cause his darling to gouge out his eyeballs?
A thick irony finally crossed her lips, and after she turned back around, her eyes were frozen over with coldness.
Actually, even she hadn't realized that in coming here this morning, there was still a glimmer of expectation.
