Michael naturally didn't answer Wendy.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, then smiled, and walked in with large strides.
Michael was lying on the bed at this time with his back to the door.
Looking at his figure, Wendy knew that Michael was really angry.
Wendy walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on Michael's shoulder. Before she could say anything, Michael reached out and smacked it away.
"Ah..." Wendy deliberately pretended to be in pain and said with a pained tone, "It hurts, my hand is red because you smacked it."
"Stop pretending, I didn't even use any force." Michael indeed didn't use much force, so he knew Wendy was doing it on purpose.
"Michael, let's talk properly." Wendy also put away her smile and her tone became serious.
Seeing that Michael did not respond, Wendy went straight to the bed and helped him up.
Michael did not want to get up. Wendy's little strength was not enough.
