He is inherently a very indifferent person. He never bothers to be nice to bystanders, to the people he doesn't care about or want any interaction with; he speaks only with a plain ruthlessness that leaves one in despair.
Gu Qibao looked at Bo Chengxin without saying a single word. It was not the right occasion for her to speak, and besides, what more could she say after everything Mingjue has already pointed out?
Faced with Di Mingjue's apathy, even the most resilient person, no matter how strong of heart, wouldn't know what to say. He didn't leave any room for maneuvering.
Seeing Bo Chengxin's silence, he lazily raised an eyebrow, took out his wallet, extracted a wad of cash, and placed it by the bedside. With a face void of any expression, he said, "My wife mentioned buying you a fruit basket, but I think money is more practical."
Afterwards, he put away his wallet, glanced at Gu Qibao, put his arm around her waist, his cold demeanor faded, and he asked her, "Shall we go?"