"Yanye, Yanye?"
Su Bai gently patted the unconscious person's face, then looked up at the girl standing beside him, whose face had turned pale with fright, "Oh no, Jianjian darling, you've smashed your husband to death."
Zhuo Jian was so scared she didn't know what to do, and hearing this made her even more panicked.
"He's just passed out. He'll be fine when he wakes up tomorrow."
Yan Zheng saw that Su Bai had scared her quite a bit and quickly said.
"Really?"
Zhuo Jian thought, I only wanted a divorce, I never intended to kill anyone.
"It's true! He was already very drunk tonight, dazed and confused, and you hit his head with something so hard."
By then, Fu Yanye's forehead had already been treated and bandaged, covered with a large piece of gauze.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him lying motionless on the bed, her heart still tight, "As long as he's okay."
"Let's leave it at that for tonight then. You take good care of him, and we'll head back."
Yan Zheng said.