"Oh, really? What could possibly make you lose your appetite for your favorite hot pot?" Bo Sishen pretended to be clueless, asking in a puzzled tone.
Mu Shini sighed lightly, "Uncle..."
Having someone nearby for comfort is truly a soothing experience.
But why, of all people, is it Uncle Hei Che?
Mu Shini was stunned for a moment. Once she came to her senses, she felt fuzzy; what was she expecting?
Was she hoping Bo Sishen would care about her?
"Hmm?" Bo Sishen lightly responded while holding his phone.
His voice was very confusing yet magnetic, with immense penetrating force.
"I'm at the hospital," Mu Shini raised her hand and hit the bed. "My husband actually sent someone to track me, and then forcibly admitted me to the hospital. It's outrageous!"
"So you're feeling uncomfortable?"
"Uh-huh."
"Maybe your husband is concerned about you, worried for your sake," Bo Sishen said indifferently.
