Han Jingnian gave Zhang Te's assistant a sidelong glance.
Upon his gaze carrying a hint of warning and threat, Zhang Te's assistant immediately raised his hand to his chest, groaning, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, Dr. Xie, please check if I'm going to die, it hurts so much… ughhh…"
Han Jingnian: "..."
Xie Lin: "..."
Could his act get any more dramatic? Who in their dying moments could make such a ruckus?
"Dr. Xie, I don't want to die, save me, please! I haven't even gotten married yet…"
Han Jingnian, growing slightly irritated by the noise, furrowed his brow and sent a silent signal to Xie Lin.
Getting the hint from Han Jingnian, Xie Lin promptly tore off a strip of tape and stuck it over Zhang Te's assistant's mouth.
The room was finally quiet. Han Jingnian leaned back in his chair, looking anxiously at the bedroom door where Xia Wan'an was, feeling tense and uneasy.
