"It's fine. Don't worry, dear, I can handle myself." Tang Qiu couldn't explain why, but she felt that Jiang Shaocheng wasn't as simple as she had thought. She didn't know if she was overthinking: Every time something happened to her, Jiang Shaocheng would always show up not long after, as if he had a radar on him.
However, she really didn't want Jiang Shaocheng to worry, if only for her own meaningless pride. She didn't wish to be a burden to her husband.
"Qiu, I'm your husband. If something makes you uncomfortable, you must tell me. Unless you look down on me for being a cripple and believe I can't help you… If that's the case, just pretend I didn't say anything." Jiang Shaocheng pretended to be sad and lowered his head as if he had been dealt a physical blow.
