Unable to withstand the man's intense gaze, Lin Luqiu walked over and asked as if nothing was amiss, "Aren't you going to go back in and keep Mengxue company?"
It's funny, really. Ding Mengxue is actually a year older than her, yet she always calls her 'sister'.
The door to the sickroom was two-thirds closed, not completely shut. She glanced inside, Ding Mengxue was sitting at the head of the bed, on the phone.
No wonder Fu Jingchen suddenly came out. So that was the reason.
Fu Jingchen didn't answer her question; instead, he continued to gaze intensely at her, "Just now, was that an acquaintance?"
She nodded calmly, "Yes, a very close acquaintance. Why? Is President Fu so interested in my social circle?"
Remembering how she was animatedly talking to that handsome and poised male doctor just now, Fu Jingchen turned his face away, seemingly nonchalant, and looked into the sickroom.
"It's nothing."