Although she didn't know what was going on, it didn't stop her from feeling a subtle rejection toward her husband's old classmate coming over.
Qiu Qingyun looked at Xing Wenming and greeted him politely, "You've come all this way, why?"
"I just ran into old Yu, heard about Xiaohai's accident, so I came to see how Xiaohai is. How's the injury? Is it serious?"
"He's such a worry, the doctor said it's nothing serious, just needs plenty of rest and recuperation."
She spoke especially clearly about recuperation.
Xing Wenming was also a tactful person. He placed the fruit he had brought to one side, exchanged a few words with Qiu Qianghai, and turned to leave.
From appearance to departure, his honest and harmless demeanor made it impossible to find any fault.
It truly seemed like he was only here for a quick visit.
Watching his silhouette as her sister saw him off, Qiu Qianghai slowly loosened his clenched fist, a cold, inexplicable gleam appeared in his eyes.
