Bo Jinghang pondered for a moment, lowering his gaze to observe Qin Yiren's expression: "Are you unhappy?"
Qin Yiren puffed her cheeks in distress, looking perplexed.
This kind of play-act has nothing to do with flirtation, with the cause and process of the matter laid out before her, she wouldn't be petty and bitter.
"Jingxing, it's not about being happy or not..."
Bo Jinghang raised his hand, rubbing her hair gently, then glanced at Jiang Yun, still unwavering in her decision, and thoughtfully said: "Then come with me, alright?"
"Eh?"
...
The following day.
Bo Jinghang's car halted beneath the hospital, Qin Yiren sat in a black sedan behind, resting her chin on her hand, watching the people bustling at the hospital entrance.
The matter had inadvertently developed to this point, she was helpless, wasn't she!
