Asking Gu Jiangnian if he wanted coffee was an excellent way to ease Fu Jing's embarrassment.
It's no wonder that someone like her caught Gu Jiangnian's eye.
"Ms. Fu, please wait a moment."
"Thank you for the trouble."
"It's no problem."
Fu Jing pushed the door open and went in, seeing Jiang Muwan leaning on the bed with the television camera focused on Old Master Song's face.
The reporter was interviewing him about his views on our country's future in scientific research.
"You're not really going to watch this all day, are you?"
While it may not actually be all day, it seemed pretty close. Jiang Muwan felt deeply guilty about not being able to go to the Northwest, and although she didn't speak of it, how could Gu Jiangnian not see it?
The television in the hospital room had been on from morning to night, constantly tuned to the military science channel, and the fact that Gu Jiangnian had never suggested that she turn it off or watch it less proved that he understood her.
