The sourness in Fu Shinian's voice was so evident that Su Mu could feel it through the muggy air of the room, prompting her to chuckle softly,
"Mr. Fu, I really don't understand what you mean. Where did I go wrong? The conversation between us ended three years ago, with nothing left to say. Now, going to my boyfriend's hospital room to talk to him is only natural, right and proper, and no one can fault me for it. What's the matter? You have a problem with that?"
"Boyfriend?" Fu Shinian looked at Su Mu, enunciated each syllable of the word, his eyes narrowing slightly with a dangerous glint. Although Su Mu was not afraid of him, his gaze still made her feel almost panicky, and once again, she thought about escaping. But then she thought about it and found it ridiculous.
