An An looked at him suspiciously, his expression somewhat serious, and she wasn't sure if she was seeing things, but she thought Shao Shuyang's face seemed a bit flushed.
So An An couldn't help but ask, "Shao Shuyang, are you hot? Why does your face look red? Are you feeling unwell?"
With that, An An reached out, intending to check Shao Shuyang's forehead temperature.
Shao Shuyang held her hand, coughed lightly, "It's fine, I'm okay, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
Thinking there's nothing important tonight, An An nodded, "Alright, let's go, I want to eat something expensive tonight."
"Sure..."
Shao Shuyang led An An out of the hospital, and a low-key black Porsche took An An away.
Sitting in the car, An An was a bit curious, what was it that Shao Shuyang couldn't tell her now? Why wait until they were at the restaurant?
Besides, the three of them grew up together, what couldn't be said?
"Will Nuannuan come tonight?"
"She won't be coming."
