Mu Xiangwan didn't answer his question, but instead asked in a normal tone, "How's your injury healing?"
"Not bad. The doctor says I can use a wheelchair to get around on the ground floor in a few days."
"Oh, that's good. You should focus on healing and not be impatient."
From her words, Han Wenxuan realized she had no intention of visiting him in the hospital. Frustrated, he asked, "Xiangwan, what's wrong?"
"Huh? Nothing's wrong..."
"You've been so cold to me and you still say there's nothing wrong." The man could not help but complain.
"I..." I... She didn't know what to say.
For some reason, receiving Han Wenxuan's call now gave her a suffocating feeling.
Every time she thought of this man, she would think of Wu Meiting, and their child they once had... With that thought, Han Wenxuan's formerly flawless image was instantly tarnished.
