Having always been prompt in responding to Zhang Te's queries, Han Jingnian nodded slightly and uttered, "Alright," the very instant the complete sentence fell from Zhang Te's mouth.
Zhang Te, who narrowly escaped death from the phrase "fatal beauty," immediately rushed towards the bedside.
Just as he was about to grab the phone left behind by Xia Wan'an, he felt a chilling glare, sharp as a knife, shooting towards him. Immediately, he withdrew his action, discreetly rubbing his faintly aching wrist, "Mr. Han, don't forget to take your wife's phone."
Han Jingnian, paying him no mind, leisurely walked over to the bedside and picked up Xia Wan'an's phone.
On the way home, Han Jingnian, seated in the rear of the car, gazed out the window at the ever retracting scenery, his mind suddenly reverting to the scene from the previous night.
