Shen Wan replied, "What if I don't want to?"
"Don't be silly, you need to rest now."
"I can rest at home."
Quan Hanting was feeling helpless. "But you haven't taken your medicine yet."
"I can take it home."
"Shen Wan!"
"I'm here, Sixth Uncle." She still had a pale face, but her smile carried a hint of mischief, making her eyes, hidden behind dark makeup, come alive.
"Do you plan to go back to the Shen family like this?" He carried her out of the elevator and walked straight through the living room.
"Like what?"
Quan Hanting's deep gaze swept over her face, then down her neck, chest, abdomen, legs, and finally settled on her right elbow. "How do you plan to explain this? Did you fall? Or were you robbed on the way?"
"Both could work."
"What about this outfit?"
Shen Wan choked up, unable to speak.
