"You seem to take it easy. Aren't you worried that your son might get hurt from his first love and end up alone for life?"
"That's his own life, his own business. Anyway, I won't end up alone," Zhan Hanjue held Ningwan's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
"Sir, Mr. Feng is here."
The servant came to knock on the door and report.
Zhan Hanjue frowned, about to refuse, but Ningwan said, "Let him in."
Zhan Hanjue was displeased, "Your wounds haven't healed yet, why let him in? Talking will only tire you out, and you're a doctor yourself; don't you know the patient should rest peacefully?"
"I have something to discuss with him," Ningwan softened her tone.
Zhan Hanjue asked with a stern face, "Is it about Feng Qianru?"
"You guessed it?"
"If you guessed it, do you think I wouldn't?" Zhan Hanjue lightly tapped her forehead in frustration.
"What do you think about this?" Ningwan asked.
