"I've completely recovered. If I hadn't, would you have abandoned me?"
That was completely a joke. Gu Xiaoqing had been so determined to help him recover from his injuries, which he had seen long ago. He believed that even if he were sitting in a wheelchair now, this woman would still be content.
This was a woman he had spent almost half his life to have, how could he scare her away?
Gu Xiaoqing gave Fang Shaohan a sidelong glance; this man just had such a sharp tongue.
Feeling the dampness on Fang Shaohan's coat, it had been raining outside. This fool must have been waiting for her to come back while still wearing wet clothes.
She pushed Fang Shaohan away, grabbed a dry towel, and threw it to him: "Dry your hair, take off the wet clothes, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook."
She didn't notice the tone of command in her voice, the familiarity like an old married couple, perhaps because of the way they used to interact.
