As soon as Xu Moqian finished speaking, he saw Zhan Qipei staring at him with dangerously narrow eyes, eyes that seemed to hold ice daggers poised to stab holes into Xu Moqian.
"What are you looking at? I said what I said, so what?"
"Mm-hmm," Zhan Qipei clutched his chest, feigning agony, and he collapsed toward Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing had no time to think, quickly reaching out to support Zhan Qipei, "I've already told you, you need to heal properly, getting too emotional is not good for you."
What the heck? Xu Moqian really wanted to beat Zhan Qipei to death. How shameless can you be?
"I am your husband, and he said those words in front of me. If I had no reaction, do you think I would still be a man?"
Though Zhan Qipei spoke up, he reclined half his body into Qiao Jing's arms with no intention of moving away.
Qiao Jing turned to Xu Moqian, "Stop provoking him here, he's ill. Please leave, and we can talk about whatever it is later."
Xu Moqian "..."
