"The results will be out soon," Zhan Nanjue said.
His stance made her very angry.
Ou Yimo suppressed her anger and asked, "What result do you want? That I'm not pregnant? Or that I miscarried? Or that I didn't miscarry?"
Zhan Nanjue said nothing.
"You're so cruel!" Ou Yimo lowered her eyelids, looking heartbroken, as if she didn't want to speak.
Zhan Nanjue didn't say anything more and directly walked out.
Ou Yimo watched Zhan Nanjue's back and clenched her fists tightly.
She wanted him to feel guilty, very guilty, so guilty that he hates himself!! But what was he showing?
Maybe if it weren't for the fact that she might really be a sick patient, the words he spoke could be a hundred times harsher.
Thinking of this made Ou Yimo even more resentful.
'Zhan Nanjue, you will regret it! You will regret treating me like this at this moment!'
At this moment, at the hospital room door, Zhan Nanjue went out, and Ou Yimo's assistant came in.
