After taking care of Jiang Zhixun's meal, Shen Qingqing poured him some water and wrung a wet towel for him to wash his hands.
This time, the man was very obedient and cooperative, no longer pretending to be pitiful on purpose.
Which made Shen Qingqing frequently look at Jiang Zhixun's expression, trying to peek into his true thoughts.
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Qingqing was surprised and uncertainly asked, "Are your eyes better?"
Jiang Zhixun shook his head.
"Then how did you know..."
The man answered proudly, "By instinct."
Every time Qingqing's gaze fell on him, his body would tense up, and his heart would beat faster.
Even without seeing it, he could sense it clearly.
Shen Qingqing, being sensitive to gazes herself, did not doubt that Jiang Zhixun was making things up.
She calmly withdrew her gaze, "What treatment do you need later? Do you need to take medicine?"
"Yes, I need to take medication and receive rehabilitation treatment."
