Chi Enen winced from the pain as he grabbed her wrist tightly and said, "There's nothing wrong with my heart, you've misunderstood."
"If there's nothing wrong with your heart, why did you bring in a cardiac specialist?" Li Beijue's face was still unpleasant to look at, and he clutched her wrist so tightly that it felt like he was about to crush Chi Enen's wrist bones. "Do you have heart disease? Or a terminal illness?"
"..."
Li Beijue's breath almost stopped as he tightened his grip on her wrist, growling lowly, "Is it?"
Chi Enen was jerked slightly by him, and said helplessly, "You've watched too many Korean dramas. How can someone so easily have heart disease? I'm very healthy and haven't even had a cold, let alone a terminal illness."
Did he think terminal illnesses could be bought like cabbages at a market, just because he wanted one?
"Then why are you looking for a cardiac specialist?" Li Beijue persisted on this question, determined to get to the bottom of it.
