Speaking of the flashy guy, Qin Qingnan felt uncomfortable all over. "Ahem!" He coughed lightly, masking his embarrassment, "See you."
After that, he strode away.
Ou Lan pouted at his retreating figure, carrying the food box Ou Chenghai had given her into the ward.
As soon as she entered the ward, her eyes widened.
Why was there a charming woman next to her man, chatting so enthusiastically with him, holding a bowl that, judging by the smell, likely contained fish soup?
Rivals meeting always brings extra jealousy, and Ou Lan immediately sensed the scent of an enemy.
In an instant, her face darkened as if it might rain soon.
Seeing his little wife come in, Zhan Moxiao raised his eyebrows without speaking. He wanted to see what level of fighting ability his little wife had.
Chu Xinzhi held up the bowl of fish soup, scooped a spoonful, and offered it to Zhan Moxiao's lips, "Brother-in-law, drink this quickly. I made it myself, it's very nourishing."
