Wen Yan, who had walked away and came back, stood stiffly at the door of the hospital room, and finally understood why Zhang Xuewen was so terrified of his wife, to such a pitiful degree.
Even his own back felt cold, he could feel fear creeping up, and he started to break out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, he made up his mind: when he looks for a wife in the future, not in a million years would he find someone who trained martial arts—way too scary. One move and she knows everything you've done. Just thinking about it made him shiver and his butt clench tight.
Lu Lu looked up and saw Wen Yan standing at the door, giving a somewhat awkward smile.
Wen Yan hurriedly said,
"I just suddenly remembered, Auntie Zou from the orphanage was asking me about you. I said you were hospitalized here. You should give Auntie Zou a call back. I have something to do, so I'll get going..."
Wen Yan spun around and left at full speed.
