"It's nothing. Just some minor injuries and a broken leg, everything else is fine," Ji Chuan said nonchalantly.
"What do you mean 'just' a broken leg? What more do you want?" Yan Huan frowned angrily and punched Ji Chuan's chest, causing him to cough repeatedly.
"Hey, could you be a bit gentler? With hands like this, are you trying to murder your husband?" Ji Chuan raised his hand to rub his chest, speaking with a mischievous tone.
"Just now you looked half-dead, and now you're talking like this! It's really annoying!" Yan Huan pouted.
"Alright, stop being contradictory. Who was it that was so worried on the way over, telling me to speed up? And now you're saying someone is annoying..." Yan Ye teased his sister relentlessly, though his intentions were good.
"Of course, I know. Yan Huan is just that adorable. No matter what he says, I like it."
