Jiang Qian paused, then let out a low, ambiguous laugh. "Oh, so it's 'the wife sings, the husband follows' now."
Gu Nanqiao was furious, turned around and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Jiang Qian watched her retreating figure, stroked his chin and pondered, "Is she... angry?"
"This woman is ruthless and vicious; you'd better not offend her." Huo Jingting's voice carried a cold snicker, his chest feeling tight with discomfort as he thought about his current condition.
She really knew how to inflict pain!
In the past, she would be extremely anxious over a minor injury of his, but now, she probably wouldn't blink an eye even if he truly died.
"I don't mind; there's no bad blood between us," Jiang Qian said with a smile. "But you, you should take care of yourself, and don't let her smash another wound on your face."