"Didn't say anything."
Lan Ruowei blinked.
"You're lying, I clearly heard you mumbling, are you talking behind my back?"
Shen Yibei looked at her incredulously.
"No, you're right in front of me, why would I talk about you?" Lan Ruowei rolled her eyes.
"Really?"
Shen Yibei was a bit skeptical, but seeing Lan Ruowei's disdainful expression, he got furious: "You nasty woman, what's with that face?"
"You nasty man, take it easy, your health isn't good, and you've got such a bad temper, be careful with your lungs."
Lan Ruowei wasn't afraid of him; right now, if he dared to get out of bed and risk not being able to stand for the rest of his life, she'd take his surname!
"Lan Ruowei."
The man roared irately.
"Here, have a pear to cool down."
Lan Ruowei handed him a peeled pear.
Shen Yibei glanced at her, snatched the pear, and crunched on it, still spitting threats: "Just wait until I'm better, see how I'll deal with you."
"We'll talk when you're better."
Lan Ruowei hummed.
