Her gaze cooled, and she let her eyelids droop.
"I just twisted my ankle; I'm not disabled."
Emperor Quan pursed his lips slightly, his gaze darkened, "When we get back, let Leng Xue have another look."
Since he had said so, Zhan Se naturally fell silent.
However, a few words were enough for the two of them; their brewing storm did not escape the eyes of the others in the hospital room.
Yu Yizhen worried for Zhan Se, anxious but unsure what to do. As silence once again fell in the room, she smiled, attempting to break the awkward atmosphere.
"Little Yao, mom's fine; you don't need to stay and take care of me. Go back with your husband, take care of your injuries, and there's no need to come tomorrow."
"Mmm, I understand." Zhan Se's nose felt a bit sour, and her smile somewhat forced.
Seeing this, Lu Mang, sitting by Yu Yizhen's bed, flashed a cold light in her eyes and had her calculations.
