The room fell into dead silence.
Yang Weiweng broke into a cold sweat.
In the past few days, He Xuran had been living and eating with them, not taking advantage of his status, but his background was still there.
If he were to make things difficult for Wei Shen, there was no stopping him.
But He Xuran didn't.
His eyes darkened; he couldn't possibly argue with someone half-dead on the bed.
He Xuran chose to ignore it.
His piercing gaze of inquiry remained unchanged as he set down the crude teacup in his hand and gazed deeply into Yu Tingwan's eyes, "What's your name?"
Yu Tingwan: ???
Wasn't he here to visit the sick?
Why did he keep steering the conversation towards her?
To someone unaware, it might seem that He Xuran came here for her.
As she was puzzled, Yang Weiweng assisted, "Sir, her surname is Yu, first name Tingwan."
The name was indeed remarkable.
He Xuran squinted his eyes. "Nice name. Did your parents choose it?"
