"Not eating or cooperating doesn't mean you win. If you truly want to stand up, then you need your courage and cooperation." Gu Xiaoqing cleaned the lunchbox and put it in the cupboard.
Fang Shaohan was already calm.
Perhaps he had eaten and drunk enough, as he now seemed a lot more agreeable, and his complexion wasn't as dark.
"Can such a minor illness really defeat you? Fang Shaohan, you're a grown man. If you can't overcome even a little difficulty and setback, then why did you choose to be a cop in the first place? Your job inherently entails danger and consequences, which you knew full well yet you're being stubborn now—it's yourself you're struggling with."
Fang Shaohan said nothing, so Gu Xiaoqing continued.
Anyway, neither of them feared the other now.
