Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, showing no intention of leaving.
"Your foot is sprained and it's inconvenient. I'll help—"
Before he could finish, he was pushed out of the bathroom by Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing stood inside the bathroom, staring speechlessly at the tightly shut door.
Through the frosted glass door, she could see a somewhat blurred figure still standing outside. This man was still there.
She felt her patience had reached its limit and started to speak through gritted teeth.
"Zhan Qipei, go do your thing and stop guarding the door."
The man stood outside. With the sounds from the bathroom somewhat audible to him, how could she have the heart to use the toilet?
Zhan Qipei heard the speechlessness in Qiao Jing's tone and did not dare to contradict his wife, but he worried too much to leave.
"No way, I'm concerned something might happen to you. I'll wait here outside. Call me if you need anything."
