This was a simple sentence, but it felt particularly different to He Xing; it was as if there was a different meaning hidden in his words.
He Xing's already low spirits sank even further, and he responded with a "hmm."
The two entered the elevator, one after the other; the hospital was eerily quiet on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the large elevator car held only the two of them.
The aluminum walls of the elevator and the mirror were no different, allowing them to clearly see each other's expressions.
Wang Yixuan caught a glimpse of He Xing's complexion unintentionally, which really bore no difference to an iceberg, exuding an air of keep-away.
After a moment of thought, he decided to speak up, "Mr. He Xing, since you discussed my affairs, you wouldn't mind if I talk about yours, right?"
"What do you want to say?" He Xing turned his head toward Wang Yixuan, confusion on his handsome face rather than distaste.