"What are you doing? Your injury hasn't healed, be careful not to split open the wound."
Zhan Qipei no longer had the mood to pay attention to his own injury, his gaze intensely fixed on the woman's face.
"What did you mean just now? What do you mean 'if you can't find it, then forget it'?"
Qiao Jing pressed her lips together and only after a long while did she slowly say a sentence.
"It means just what it says."
Did she really have to spell it out for Zhan Qipei to understand what she meant?
Zhan Qipei's dark eyes shone even brighter, and a joyful expression appeared on his face.
"My documents were taken by you?"
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, intending to push the man away.
"They are under the sofa, if you really want to get them and divorce me, then go get them."
No sooner had she spoken than her body suddenly lifted off the ground.
Qiao Jing was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
