After Dan Hanxi finished speaking, he glanced at the little one in Qin Youxuan's arms and signaled for his assistant to push him back to the room.
Until his figure disappeared from sight, the living room was steeped in silence.
"Did I just have an auditory hallucination? Did he mean he's planning to accept treatment? Is that right?" Rui Hui stood up from the sofa and turned to look in the direction where Dan Hanxi had disappeared.
She blinked, still incredulous, and turned back to look at Diwu Zexuan.
Facing Diwu Zexuan's deep eyes, she remembered they were still at odds and awkwardly averted her gaze.
"If there's nothing wrong with our understanding, that's exactly what he meant." Diwu Zexuan looked at her evasive eyes, a flash of loneliness crossing his eyes, as he spoke faintly.
"He looks much better. Is he recovering?" Dan Hanjie's question directly hit upon the most crucial point.
