Liang Zixuan heard the sound of footsteps running and laughed out loud. "He seems very afraid of you."
Her voice was still a bit hoarse. Han Yuanjun took medicine on the bedside table, broke the pill into two, and fed it to her. "Don't look at how timid and wife-slave he is, his medical skills are very good. This is a new medicine developed by his pharmaceutical factory, eat it."
As Liang Zixuan ate, she felt a cold sensation spread in her mouth and throat. She then wrapped her arms around Han Yuanjun's neck and asked with a smile. "Looks like everyone around you is scared of their wives?"
The entire Han Family, from the Old Man to Han Qingsheng, there was not a single person who wasn't afraid of their wife. Even Han Yuanjun's friends, who had grown up with him, were not an exception.
Liang Zixuan could not help but want to laugh.
