Ningwan waited at the door for a long time before Zhan Hanjue came out of the house.
However, he appeared pale and dejected.
He walked unsteadily, unlike his former firm and steady self, as if he might collapse any second.
Ningwan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
With furrowed brows, she looked at him worriedly.
Zhan Hanjue shook his head, "I'm fine."
He pushed her hand away.
"You say you're fine, but do you want me to get you a mirror so you can see your own face?" Ningwan retorted anxiously.
His face was so pale, and yet he claimed he was fine. Was she blind?
"Wanwan, give me some time to adjust. Sorry."
The man apologized painfully and pushed her away eagerly, leaving.
Ningwan furrowed her brows, but not knowing what to do, she could only call Chen Tan, telling him about the situation and asking him to find Zhan Hanjue.
She was very worried about what might happen to him if he went out like that.
After the call, Ningwan turned to look at Old Mrs. Zhan's room.
