Feng Yi, who was watching the commotion nearby, chimed in, "Women love getting jealous, especially when it's about an ex-girlfriend. You're on your own with this one."
"Both of you, get lost."
Lu Jinghan looked at them solemnly, his fingers quickly tapping on the screen [How is my wife's injury? I want to talk to her.]
Lu Jinghan completely ignored the message Su Luo had just sent; all he could think about was that girl Han Xi.
[Forgot about me, your ex-girlfriend, now that you have a wife. So heartless, just wait.]
Lu Jinghan rubbed his temples in frustration, picked up the cigarette box from the coffee table, and lit one with the side of a match, the white smoke spilling from the corner of his mouth.
In Liao Tingxiao's villa, Su Luo entered the hall with a medical kit. "Mr. Liao, I'm going to give Miss Han her IV now."
"I'll go up with you."
