They didn't talk all the way home. Jin Changning parked the car and carried her into the master bedroom without a word. He put her on the bed. His face was dark and very smelly.
Xiao Jinghuan swore that she had known him for more than twenty-five years and had never seen his face so sour.
It was terrifying.
She was stunned and did not dare to say a word. She only dared to glance at him from time to time.
He died of depression.
This man who had spoiled her since she was young actually made her afraid.
Something's not right!
Why should she be afraid of him?
It was impossible for him to hit her, much less eat her. Why was she frightened by him?
This was too unreasonable!
"I'll get you a glass of water. Take your medicine first."
He threw the medicine bag on the bedside table and poured water out.
"Oh!"
" Yes," she replied softly. She wiped her face and placed her feet in place. Then, she lay down on the bed and pondered carefully.
