Wu Shi sulkily pouted.
Despite feeling wronged, he obediently entered the house.
Feng Yu watched their interaction in surprise.
"Do you really have nothing going on with Wu Shi? Why do I feel like there's something between you two?"
"He's not usually like this. It's like he's a different person when he's sick," Fu Bing sighed.
"You seem very affectionate towards him."
"I guess it's because he was the first person to come to me after I got out of prison. The first one always has to be a bit special to stand out."
Seeing her glance occasionally towards the villa, Feng Yu tactfully said his goodbyes.
After his car turned the corner, Fu Bing turned and went upstairs.
Wu Shi had already obediently lain down in bed, pretending to be asleep.
Fu Bing wanted to scold him but couldn't bring herself to. She closed the door behind her and left.
Mu He and Xiaomei were standing on the second floor, staring at each other.
"Did Wu Shi take his medicine just now?" Fu Bing asked.
