Shi Zhenhua reprimanded.
"Miss, here's your water."
Shi Qianxi held the glass and took a sip, "Mature? I don't think so. He just has no feelings for me!"
"Foolish!"
Shi Zhenhua lectured, "If he had no feelings for you, would he refuse your bone marrow donation? Can't you use your brain to think properly?"
Holding the cup, Shi Qianxi turned her head, "Dad, do you think so too?"
Shi Zhenhua stayed silent.
Shi Qianxi, lost in thought, muttered to herself, "Actually, I've thought about this too. If it were a stranger donating the bone marrow instead of me, he probably wouldn't refuse. Right, Dad?"
Shi Zhenhua remained silent.
"Hah, I knew it. That guy must like me; he just pretends to be tough."
Shi Qianxi talked to herself, suddenly laughing more and more deliriously.
Shi Zhenhua was still silent.
" Dad, I'm going to take a shower."