Watching the live broadcast, Shen Huoshui couldn't help but shed sorrowful tears. '...?'
You've got to be kidding me, Shen Yuanguang. "Dad"?
She had been plotting for so long, all in the hopes that the scoundrel Bai Wei would come looking for her, to save her!
Shen Huoshui had been lazily lounging in her wheelchair, sipping milk and contentedly dozing with her eyes closed, the very picture of a freeloader enjoying retirement. But when she saw and heard that scene, she almost snapped. The milk bottle in her hand wobbled and, with a CLATTER, fell to the floor.
This was so damn ridiculous.
Shen Zhi, who was writing a lab report at the desk beside her, was startled by the noise. He glanced up and chuckled softly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Shen Huoshui replied, nonchalantly brushing back her silky, cascading, coffee-colored curls. "My hand just slipped. Could you pick up my bottle for me?"
