That evening, Lin Han returned to his residence.
The search for the King of the Wheel had to be temporarily entrusted to Luo Bing.
Xian'er was already sitting in the main hall, waiting for him.
"Why aren't you in bed yet?" Lin Han smiled and walked over.
"I was waiting for you." Xian'er smiled and came to greet him, even proactively crouching down to take off his shoes.
Like a virtuous wife.
And though she clearly smelled the scent of blood on him, she didn't say a word.
Not just virtuous, but smart, too.
Sometimes, a woman should know not to ask what shouldn't be asked.
"Are you feeling any better?" Lin Han asked.
"A little. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, so it wasn't a shock to have them confirmed," Xian'er said with a wry smile.
Seeing her sorrowful expression, Lin Han felt a pang of protectiveness. "Don't worry, I'll definitely get revenge for you."
Xian'er shook her head. "My business isn't urgent. Let's take care of your matters first."
