Hostility

"No Auntie, we aren't fighting," Huo Mian said with her fingers crossed.

"Really? But why do I feel like something's not right?" Ning Zhiyuan's mother mumbled to herself.

"You tend to overthink things like this. See, I told you it was nothing. Mian is a sensible kid; she would never fight with Zhiyuan." Ning's father chuckled.

Huo Mian felt unsettled as she heard what he said.

After the meal, Huo Mian brought the couple to the First Hospital's outpatient resting area and then headed towards the Ophthalmology Clinic.

Ning Zhiyuan walked out of the surgery room looking slightly tired. He had just finished operating on a cataract patient.

"Zhiyuan."

"What do you want?" Ning Zhiyuan appeared distant.

"Auntie and Uncle Ning are here. They couldn't reach you on your phone, so they called me."

Ning Zhiyuan took out his phone and simply nodded in acknowledgment, "I had a surgery so my phone was off. Where are they?"