"Beichen..."
"Hmm?"
As Huo Beichen helped her remove her shoes, he hummed softly and gently rubbed her fair, delicate feet. "What's the matter, baby? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Before she could answer, he added, "If you're not feeling well, I can get Dr. Cheng to come take a look!"
"Pfft!"
Her previously heavy mood was instantly lightened by his haphazard concern, and she burst into laughter. "The person is performing surgery right now. If you call him now, that lunatic will beat you into a pig's head!"
"Nanke Yuting? Him? Beat me into a pig's head?"
What an international joke. Huo Beichen was certainly not a pushover. "He wasn't my match back then, and now that he's aged, he's even less of a match for me!"
In his eagerness to brag in front of his wife, President Huo automatically ignored the fact that he was also aging!
"If he wasn't your match back then, how come you almost lost your life?"
