Spit, spit, spit!
How is he not capable?
He's perfectly capable!
Almost got misled by An Yue and Zhang Meiqin.
"Did you hear that." An Yue glared at An En: "If you don't want your wife to run away, go see a doctor, listen to the doctor obediently, and accept treatment properly."
An En: "..."
He didn't want to talk to An Yue anymore.
Dang Yang patted An En on the shoulder, said nothing, but he would support An En with his actions.
He would definitely help An En get his condition treated.
It's not some terminal illness.
An En's mood fell to the bottom, feeling as if the world had abandoned and misunderstood him.
Exhausted.
...
The cook at home was happy to see An Yue and Dang Yang return and cooked several extra dishes.
After dinner, An Yue went back to the room, and Dang Yang followed her.
"I don't think I need to see a doctor," Dang Yang said.
An Yue rolled her eyes at him, saying nothing; anyway, in her heart, she believed Dang Yang was sick.
