He Teng cast a cursory glance at He Zhilan, who was acting spoiled to avoid his reprimand. But seeing her pitifully lift both hands up to his lips, he still couldn't help but blow gently on them twice, much like coaxing a daughter.
"Be more careful in the future," He Teng said. "I'll take you to the hospital this afternoon, then I have to step out for a bit. It shouldn't be long. You'll wait for me at the hospital to come pick you up. I'm really afraid that if I'm not by your side for an afternoon, you'll manage to break an arm!"
He Zhilan kicked He Teng indignantly. His words were questioning her intelligence, weren't they?
He Zhilan claimed not to remember, and He Teng did not press her further. Now, he was truly treading lightly around He Zhilan, planning to discuss her condition with her current psychologist in the afternoon. Maybe the doctor could determine the cause.
