But why, Mo Fengya was so cold and even wary of his father's illness.

Is it intentionally pretending to be like this, and there are other reasons?

Mo Fengya looked at the door of the ward and did not push it in. His expression was very light, as if the person who was seriously ill inside was completely an irrelevant person.

But Ye Chuqing noticed that his hands were slightly clenched under the golden cufflinks.

Hey, this guy pretends to be indifferent, but he is actually quite nervous! He wants to go in, but he can't help but go in.[

"Hey, go in quickly. Are we in a hurry? We have to go back and forth in one day." Ye Chuqing went up and smiled and pushed him with a joke.

"Shut up, don't worry about my business."

Mo Fengya turned around and tugged at her viciously. How dare this woman make decisions for him?

Ye Chuqing raised her chin without fear of death and looked back at his fierce face.

She knew it. This guy was just a paper tiger. His mouth was cruel and scared you to death, but in fact his heart was not poisonous.

Just like before, he threatened and intimidated her many times, but now if you think about it carefully, he has not done anything that really hurts her.

"I'm just kind-hearted. If you are unhappy, beat me." She said like a scoundrel.

"You..." Mo Fengya was speechless by her anger. He turned to face the door, took a breath almost inauspiciously, and then opened the door.

The ward is very large but not very bright. The window screens are pulled up a lot, and the smell of medical water is floating in the air, making the whole room feel heavy and desolate.

An old man was lying on the hospital bed, about sixty years old, very thin and old, with pale blue blood vessels clearly visible on his pale skin.

"Boeland...you're here." Mr. Mayfair slowly opened his eyes, and a comforting smile appeared in his turbid and collapsed green eyes.

His voice intermittently and he was coughing, looking quite painful.

"Yes, I received a message from the butler saying that you were seriously ill and wanted to see me, so I came back." Mo Fengya's expression was still very indifferent, and he didn't even call out his father.

"Yes, if you weren't seriously ill, you probably wouldn't be willing to come back to see me."

Mr. Mayfair also noticed this detail, and his old face suddenly became even more dismal.

Ye Chuqing couldn't bear it when she saw that the old man was so ill, and she really had to take a psychological blow. She really wanted to kick Mo Fengya.

At this time, why are you pretending?
Chapter completed!