"Wen Mian? How's your recovery going? I heard about your situation and immediately dropped everything to come see you. You're okay, right?"
Looking at Wen Mian's frail expression, Du Weizhe couldn't help but show a trace of distress on his face.
Yet Wen Mian acted aloof, trying her best to prop herself up.
Little did she know that because she moved so slowly, Du Weizhe couldn't resist stepping forward to help.
"Let me do it."
Wen Mian's instinctive refusal resulted in a twisted wrist.
"No need..."
Immediately after, she sharply inhaled due to the pain, but Du Weizhe quickly steadied her.
He sat down, his face full of indulgence.
Even his tone changed somewhat.
"Let me handle this. You need to heal these days, so better not do any risky movements. I'm here to take care of everything."
Wen Mian wished those words had come from Pei Zhiyao's lips...
"No need, it's too much trouble, I feel embarrassed."
"How could it be?"
