Xiao Qinghe was startled and immediately came over in his wheelchair, "Wife… Qingyue, are you alright?"
She shook her head, feeling not pleased but rather weighed down like a stone was pressing on her heart because his first reaction was concern for her. How wonderful it would have been if he first showed concern for Meijiao instead.
Xiao Qinghe sized her up and saw that she was safe and sound, then heaved a sigh of relief, "It's good you're not hurt." Confused, he asked, "How come I didn't notice anything about last night?"
