Watching Zhu Jiangyu's mouth form an O, Luo Ye really wanted to help him close it. Considering the action might be a bit too intimate, he refrained and turned back to Sang Qingqing's ward.
Having come to his senses, a sullen Zhu Jiangyu returned to the ward. Zhu Guohong looked at his son, whose countenance was heavy and asked, "What's wrong, why the long face? And where's the late-night snack you were going to buy?"
"I'm not hungry, so I didn't buy anything." Zhu Jiangyu forced a smile: "Dad, I'm not upset."
"Not upset? Your face is telling a whole different story," Zhu Guohong chuckled. "What's on your mind? Come on, spit it out. Only women sulk in silence, men should speak their minds."
