Qin Yan paused.
Bo Yunshen smacked the resignation letter out of Qin Yan's hands, the A4 sheet fluttering down gracefully onto the pristine floor of the hospital room.
Yinyin is your daughter...
Qin Yan felt the words lodged in her throat; she couldn't swallow them down, nor could she spit them out.
Bo Yunshen's sharp gaze fell upon her, as if it were a blade, slicing through Qin Yan's fragile nerves.
"Qin Yan, you're really in a rush, aren't you? I arrived at the hospital last night, barely questioned you, and this is all it took for you to jump at the chance to resign."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, his handsome face coming closer, gradually filling Qin Yan's field of vision: "Feeling guilty?"
It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, chilling Qin Yan's heart to the core.
Qin Yan placed her palms against the man's firm chest, pushing him back slightly.