Zhang Hongyang was now with his nose and face wrapped in gauze, and the skin around the only visible eyes was crisscrossed with scars and discolored by medicine—it was an utterly unsightly image.
Furthermore, he was nearsighted, squinting and glaring at Liu Zhizhong, his inner rage considerable.
How could Zhang Hongyang, a distinguished district leader, feel comfortable with such a wretched appearance exposed to his enemy? No, he was supremely uncomfortable!
Not to mention the haunting shadow of cuckoldry suspicions flooding his mind, making him feel all the more uneasy.
Yet Liu Zhizhong showed a face full of warm smiles, exuding the grace of a refined gentleman, dressed impeccably, dazzling the young private duty nurse!
Liu Zhizhong said with a smile, "Brother Hongyang, how are you holding up? It's a blessing in disguise! How are you feeling now?"
As he spoke, he placed the fresh flowers and fruit basket on the bedside table.
