"Is it okay?" Mu Tingfeng moved along Zhao Youlin's gaze. He insisted on getting an answer to his question.
Zhao Youlin felt that her cheeks were getting warm. Yet, Mu Tingfeng did not know how to restrain himself. She became angry and glared at him. She said annoyingly, "Shut up! You're bleeding, how could you still be in the mood to talk about all this?! How did you come here from the hospital?"
After Zhao Youlin finished asking, Mu Tingfeng did not answer her even after taking him a long while. She felt her entire body boil with rage. She looked up and blurted out, "Say something, are you mute?!"
"You just asked me to shut up," Mu Tingfeng said innocently.
Zhao Youlin felt speechless.
Looking at the furious Zhao Youlin who had just been choked by his words, there was a glimmer of a smile in Mu Tingfeng's eyes. He said, as if giving mercy to her, "Secretary Xia fetched me."
