Fu Yanhe gracefully picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks before lifting his eyes to look at her, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "What's the matter? Do you think my face doesn't deserve you anymore?"
Shen Yanhe was momentarily choked up, "..."
At times, this man meant well, but his words could really be stifling.
Seeing her speechless expression, Fu Yanhe subtly curled his lips, "If you have a way to fix it, then do so. It's just a skin, I don't mind."
Shen Yanhe nodded, hesitated for a moment, picked up the serving chopsticks, and placed some vegetables on his plate. Meeting his puzzled gaze, she smiled demurely, "Also, thank you for taking me to the hospital today."
She admitted she was trying to ingratiate herself.
Especially since Fu Yanhe had been really angry before he took her to the hospital.
