She was still angry.
Nan Mufeng had apologized and said all the nice things he could. Now, he was at a loss for words...
"Mr. Nan Mufeng, Great Hero Nan, why don't you say something?" Jian Xi mocked.
Nan Mufeng smiled bitterly, "Wife, I'm thirsty..."
"You won't get anything to drink."
Jian Xi returned the cup to the bedside table and watched Nan Mufeng coldly.
"I'll listen to you, I won't drink."
Jian Xi: "..."
Replenishing fluids after blood loss is a human instinct, so she silently handed the cup back to him.
Nan Mufeng's eyes brightened. He took the cup and gulped down the water before saying with a forced smile, "Your analysis makes a lot of sense, I will take it into consideration."
"Hmph!"
"That person attacked Ailin first, and I couldn't shoot in time. I had no choice but to use my body to shield her. I didn't expect the blade would be poisoned."
