This attitude...
Nan Mufeng's face grew even more sullen, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.
Just as he seemed about to lose his temper, Ah Rong sighed, "Young Master Nan, the young mistress is at home, in such pain she can't move, it was the lady who sent her to the hospital."
"No need for your comments." Yu Ling glared at Ah Rong and said, "Let's go, we're heading home."
"Yes."
Yu Ling took Ah Rong and left, leaving Nan Mufeng, a big man, to take care of Jian Xi.
"Wife..." Nan Mufeng looked at Jian Xi, his heart aching to the point of breaking.
"Don't worry, it's much better than last month. A few days in the hospital, once my period's over I'll be fine," Jian Xi consoled.
Nan Mufeng squeezed her hand tightly, "Wife, I'm sorry. It's my incompetence that has made you end up like this..."
"It's not your fault. I'm just too beautiful, attracting Andre," Jian Xi said with a feigned lightness and laughed.
"Wife..."
