Fu Jinghen furrowed his brows tightly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen's rather serious expression and realized that he had barely spoken since they entered the hospital room.
She turned off her cell phone, tilted her head, and leaned even closer to his hand.
"Why so serious? I'm fine, just had a fall, a slight knock on my back. The doctor said I just need to lie in bed for a couple of days and get some massages."
She reached out her hand to smooth the frown lines between Fu Jinghen's eyebrows. "You look like you've lost a wife, not knowing people might think someone died."
When Fu Jinghen heard that word slip from Wen Qiao's lips, he instinctively started to frown again, but her finger pressing between his brows stopped him.
"Frowning again, you know frowning can cause wrinkles, right? You're almost in your thirties; if you frown more, you'll age even faster."
