Yao Qing naturally glanced at Wen Nianchu subconsciously, but his face held only a faint smile, showing no other superfluous expressions.
Yao Qing silently raised an eyebrow, feeling as if her sixth sense was playing tricks on her again.
"I couldn't find the brand of toothbrush you wanted, the salesperson recommended one so I just bought it on a whim, if it's not good you can have your assistant buy it again," she said nonchalantly, but as she spoke, she suddenly realized something.
Wen Nianchu had a secretary, yet he had her buy those things.
Hmm?
Hmm??
Well, she didn't really care much about these things.
Wen Nianchu looked at Yao Qing, his gaze falling directly on her eyebrows and eyes, and his smile seemed to gradually become softer and more gentle.
"The doctor said my recovery is very good, I should be discharged from the hospital soon," he said.
Yao Qing hummed indifferently in response before saying a few words of consolation.
The pleasantries came to an end.
