"Am I not taking responsibility?" Shen Luo'an stopped in his tracks and chuckled mirthlessly at Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian's fury boiled over as she shouted, "In what world is this considered taking responsibility? Ye Youyou is lying inside!"
"It's not like I caused her to lie inside. What's the use of losing your temper at me?" Shen Luo'an answered with righteous indignation, looking not one bit guilty.
Sensing the eyes of curious bystanders on them, the expression on Shen Luo'an's face turned into one of surprise. He smiled humorlessly. His eyes were cold and hard.
It didn't feel at all like he was dealing with his wife. He didn't even treat her as a friend. The emotions he displayed, in fact, were far more suited toward someone whom he hated and despised.
"I will foot the hospital bills," he said. "If you don't want to care for her, I can hire someone to do it. You just have to tell me."
