It was a quiet night.
Upon leaving the hospital, Lu Fengxuan's neck was wrapped in white gauze, strikingly noticeable, and a small wound on the tip of her nose had been patched up with a band-aid by the nurse.
She stealthily raised her eyes to look at the man's taut jawline, furrowing her brow in distress.
My husband is angry, what should I do? Waiting online, extremely urgent!
Throughout the journey, Yu Chiyin was as hard and closed off as a tightly shut clam, adopting a three-no policy towards her:
No communication, no talking, no interaction.
Lu Fengxuan, feeling guilty and short of breath, didn't dare to provoke further scolding and simply shrank her neck, playing the quail the entire way, thinking to avoid the moment was to plan for the era.
Back at Tan Garden, the servants had all gone to bed, and the villa was very quiet.
Yu Chiyin went straight to his room, and behind him, Lu Fengxuan followed like a dutiful little wife, mimicking his steps.
