After hanging up the phone for the hospital appointment, Fu Jinghen stood by the bed looking at her without saying a word.
Wen Qiao felt inexplicably uneasy under his gaze, "What do you want to do?"
Fu Jinghen asked her, "When did you find out?"
"Not long ago..." Wen Qiao heard Fu Jinghen's accusatory tone and knew what he was going to say next, her lips moved, and she gave an indistinct answer, "Just a few days ago."
Fu Jinghen thought of her fall on the set a few days ago, his temples throbbed twice, "You—"
"I want a hug."
Wen Qiao immediately interrupted what he was going to say next, opened her arms, and looked at him pitifully with her head tilted back.
"..."
Fu Jinghen looked at her in silence for a few seconds, resigned himself to fate, and leaned down to hug her.
Wen Qiao lifted her legs, wrapped them around Fu Jinghen's waist, and clung to him like a koala. Fu Jinghen supported her buttocks to lift her up and sat down by the bed.
