Meng He frowned, lifting her gaze to look at him, her eyes full of displeasure, "How is Yinyin?"
Qi Jincheng sat opposite them, a servant had made him a cup of tea, he lifted it with his hand, his eyelids hiding his emotions, "Her shoulder was stabbed by the kidnappers with a dagger."
Meng He nodded, her eyes showing no compassion, she said indifferently, "Oh, the shoulder? Then it's nothing serious, she'll recover in a couple of days."
Qi Jincheng took a sip of tea, his gaze piercing hers, his eyes dark and unreadable, feeling slightly odd in his heart.
Even though he also disliked Yinyin, after all, she was the daughter Meng He had raised for over twenty years; even if there was no blood relation, her reaction was...
Far too cold-blooded.
The man fell into contemplation, wondering if he had missed many things in the past...
