Shen Jingrou's words made Bao Shaojin's thick eyebrows lift slightly.
What was troubling her, Bao Shaojin was well aware of.
Seeing him remain silent, Shen Jingrou continued to voice her doubts, "So, what do you plan to do next?"
What she really wanted to ask was: Are you planning to snatch your cousin's girlfriend?
Yet she feared asking this would be too absurd.
All the while, a cacophony of chirping noises filled Bao Shaojin's ears. With a cold face, he turned his head, his gaze falling on Shen Jingrou, "Are you that idle?"
Shen Jingrou felt a chill rise in her heart.
"I was just asking," Shen Jingrou's voice grew weaker and weaker, clearly feeling guilty.
The spacious hospital room was filled with a disinfectant smell that assaulted the nostrils, making Shen Jingrou feel very uncomfortable.
Her daughter had poor health since childhood, and visits to the hospital were commonplace, giving her an aversion to hospitals.
