Xia Weibao flung herself onto the sofa, not knowing what muscle she had pulled, causing her face to change in pain.
Zhuang Xuejun noticed her discomfort and her slightly awkward walking posture, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xia Weibao blushed, "It's nothing."
She couldn't possibly say that she had been overly indulgent with her husband last night, and now her whole body was protesting from overuse, right?
Xu Jiayang lifted his head from the documents, glanced at her, said nothing, and continued reading.
Zhuang Xuejun was still worried, "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to go to the hospital with you?"
Xia Weibao's face turned even redder. If she went to the hospital for something like this, she'd never live it down!
Quickly changing the subject, "What script were you talking about just now?"
"Oh, it's this one."
Zhuang Xuejun's attention was indeed diverted, and she handed over the script.
