Lu Moqing expertly climbed up, tightly grasping the slim and slender hand on her arm, suppressing the happiness in his voice, and said:
"Thank you, wife."
Qiao Xu ignored him with a hum, but she didn't let go of the hand he was holding.
When they arrived outside the villa, the ball-collecting cart used exclusively for collecting golf balls on the island's golf course was already waiting outside.
It was Qiao Xu who had arranged for the cart to be waiting outside before the doctor arrived.
Although the villa was not far from the hospital, Lu Moqing's wounds were too deep for him to walk.
Especially since he had already walked such a long distance and stood for so long with his injuries at the estate.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xu's eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed.
At that time, she was only focused on dealing with Qin Shuyi and Yan Yufei and hadn't noticed the wound on Lu Moqing, who had been there for so long.
