Han Zhenzhen didn't hear clearly, but seeing the disdain on her face, she didn't say much more and picked up her phone to play with it. After the nurse changed her medication, she couldn't help but mumble a few words before leaving.
"Miss Han, people are concerned about their face just like a tree is concerned with its bark; it's important, so don't lose it lightly."
Without waiting for Han Zhenzhen to speak, she pushed the cart and left.
Han Zhenzhen was so angry her mouth twisted, about to curse her, when she saw someone standing outside the hospital room and immediately restrained her anger, turning her head to the side.
Han Zheng pushed the door open and walked in. He sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, hands resting on his knees, staring unblinkingly at Han Zhenzhen, without speaking.
