Yu Beiting: "How is your daughter's illness?"

Shen Qinghuan stopped typing on his notebook.

Is he concerned about Nuanbao's condition?

"Thank you, she's fine." Shen Qinghuan answered coldly.

Since you don't admit it, there's no need to care too much.

Yu Beiting frowned even more.

He opened his thin lips, wanting to say something, but suddenly nothing seemed to come out.

Shen Qinghuan's coldness and indifference created an insurmountable gap ...