Han Tian and Shui mirrored stupefied expressions.
Does it look like that from Hou Lin's face?
"Thank God you didn't get married, Sihan, or your lack of EQ would have made your wife kill you."
"What did I say wrong? Look, he came all the way rushing to the hospital. Even my so-called slowpoke family hasn't reached yet."
Lin said, "You said they poisoned you."
"Can an old man not joke? Also, who knows if somebody really poisons me in the future? I strike all the wrong chords in people, you know?" he smiled.
Currently, you are striking a wrong chord in the man you want to be your future grandson, Shui thought.
Lin didn't respond to that, but his unreadable gaze was terrifying.
"Oh so the two criminals have united?"
A middle-aged man of around Zhiyuan's age, entered the ward, making Shui's brows crinkled.
Zhong Heng smiled. "How is the reunion going, Uncle?"
"Better than I had hoped for anything toward you, my dear nephew."
