Shi Qingxue clenched her fists hidden in her sleeves and almost couldn’t help but question Dong Hui, yet she saw that her mother’s thin body trembled slightly when she spoke.

So she got soft-hearted again at once.

She knew that Dong Hui was sick. Why would she bother about a patient?

Perhaps Shi Junhe chose to keep silent just because he considered Dong Hui’s feelings.

Shi Qingxue pursed her lips and gradually understood Shi ...