Mu Shaochen couldn't help but think of how deeply Qin Wan loved Fu Minghan, to the extent that she didn't care about his deceit.
His chest felt like it was blocked by a pile of chaotic rocks.
Stifling, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
"In the evening, master, will you pick up the Young Madam?"
"The address."
"Master, the Young Madam is living in the neighborhood next to her apartment… There, it seems to belong to Yun Yang's property."
Zuo Zhan didn't dare to say that Qin Wan was living in Yun Yang's house. Using the term 'property' lowered the chances of his master blowing up in anger.
Of course.
This was just his wishful thinking.
The grip Mu Shaochen had on his phone grew tighter, and a scornful light crossed the depths of his eyes.
He ordered coldly, "You come back to the hospital."
"Yes, master, I'll be right back."
Mu Shaochen returned to the hospital room and leaned against the door, watching Fu Minghan talk to Grandma Mu.
He sized up Fu Minghan from behind.
