Zhan Qipei said that with somewhat of a gritted teeth.
After hearing this, Zhan Nanqing finally realized that she had misunderstood the situation.
Her brother hadn't injured that area; he was still a whole man!
This realization actually made Zhan Nanqing breathe a sigh of relief.
She patted her chest, her face wearing a relieved expression, "Thank goodness it's just the thigh. If it were an important part, Qiao Jing's happiness for the rest of his life would have been ruined!"
After a pause, she looked at Zhan Qipei and continued, "Brother, I'm not trying to criticize you, but with Qiao Jing being such an outstanding person, you barely deserved her to begin with. If you had lost that thing, that would have really been too unfair to Qiao Jing..."
As Zhan Nanqing was rambling on, she suddenly noticed that the face on the other side of the screen was turning increasingly ugly.
Even through the phone, she could almost feel the chill emanating from her brother's gaze.
