"Mr. Ye, you should really thank your wife. Without her painstaking care day and night, you could never have recovered so quickly! And your blood type is so unique—it was your wife who found the specific blood bags to give you a transfusion!" Lin Qingzhu said with a smile.
Chu Qingfei pouted beside them, looking dissatisfied. Lin Qingzhu hadn't mentioned any of her efforts at all.
"A blood transfusion?" Ye Chenfeng's face changed dramatically, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, which Chu Qingfei happened to catch. Her eyes lit up with mischief.
"Wife, I really can't express how grateful I am. I never expected you to love me so much! I'm so moved I could cry!" Ye Chenfeng, who was as good an actor as any, forcibly squeezed out a few tears.
"Don't flatter yourself. I would have done the same for anyone else!" Chu Qingxue didn't give Ye Chenfeng any face.
Ye Chenfeng: "...".
"You should rest more!"
