Shen Qing was a little stunned.
'When did this guy get here? Did he hear everything I just said?'
However, Yu Jiuqing didn't even glance at her. He walked straight to the bedside, looked down at Yu Zihan—who had instantly bristled again—and asked coolly, "Is the wound on your head any better?"
Yu Zihan pouted, his face a mask of defiance. He clearly didn't want to talk to Yu Jiuqing, but with so many people watching, he couldn't bring himself to completely disrespect his own father. After a long moment, he mumbled, "I'm fine."
Yu Jiuqing's brows furrowed.
But he seemed at a loss for words, and Yu Zihan looked like he had no intention of speaking to him either. The two of them, one sitting and one standing, remained locked in a silent impasse for so long that Shen Qing felt like she was about to explode from the sheer awkwardness. Finally, Yu Jiuqing spoke again. "Good. Focus on getting better."
With that, he turned to leave.
That's it?!
That's it?!?!?!!
