In the early morning, Ye Rui and Cui Yanshu, who had been busy for a day and night, came to see Yan Qing.
Yan Qing hadn't woken up yet and was still in a deep sleep. Ye Rui looked at the unconscious Yan Qing, standing by his bed, and clicked his tongue, "Cousin, your husband isn't doing well. He's too weak."
Ling Hua glared at him, "You're the one who's not doing well. If it were you fighting Ning Ye, ten of you wouldn't be his match. You'd have been sent to see King Yama by now."
Ye Rui was speechless, "Aren't you protecting him a bit too much? I meant his martial arts skills aren't good? No, I meant why hasn't he woken up yet?"
"He's tired and is just getting a good sleep." Ling Hua said domineeringly, "Anyway, you're not allowed to talk about him."
Ye Rui conceded, "Alright, alright, as expected, being a cousin means having no standing when talking."
Ling Hua snorted lightly.
