The more Jiang Zhixun spoke, the heavier Shen Qingqing's heart grew.
"You investigated me?"
"Qin Wenqiang said you went to the hospital."
Noticing Shen Qingqing's expression darken, Jiang Zhixun said sternly, "I didn't pry into your privacy. I hope you'll be honest and explain everything clearly."
Shen Qingqing's gaze was filled with doubt, unsure if it was Qin Wenqiang who saw her at the hospital,
or if Jiang Zhixun had instructed him to investigate.
Not wanting the matter to delay the divorce, she restrained her impulse to curse. "I'm perfectly fine now. Other than the broken bone, there's nothing wrong with me. If your eyes aren't malfunctioning, you should be able to see that."
She still wanted to keep it a secret.
Jiang Zhixun clenched his molars tightly and reminded Shen Qingqing, "Can I see psychological issues with my naked eyes?"
Madam Jiang had originally been contemplating whether to feign illness herself to muddle through today.
