Meng Qingge looked at the man lying motionlessly beside her. She was extremely flustered. She carefully stretched out her hand and patted Ji Wanzhou.
"Hubby, can you feel it?" Meng Qingge said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing this man.
Ji Wanzhou did not answer.
Meng Qingge became even more flustered. She quickly got up and touched her butt, hoping that Ji Wanzhou would give her an answer. Could it be that the disease really did recur, to the point that he couldn't even speak anymore?
"Wife, I can feel it. But I can't move now. " Ji Wanzhou's words were inexplicably pitiful. The contrast with his usual appearance was too big.
Meng Qingge let out a sigh of relief before slapping Ji Wanzhou's butt hard, "Pretending to be mysterious and make a fool out of yourself. I didn't know he was worried about you."