Zhizhong, who was just about to say something, heard Lu Yumei asking with concern, "What exactly is wrong with your health? You seem to be recovering well?"
"Mrs. Lu, I actually haven't been ill. I just discussed something with Minister Zhang from the City Committee..."
Zhizhong spoke with a smile, his voice smooth and magnetic.
Listening to him, Lu Yumei felt both happy and annoyed, and even lunged forward, slapping him on the shoulder.
The slap was quite hard; it made a loud smack.
"You dead man, you're literally mad! You had me, Yuqing, and Zhao Han so worried about you, fearing something terrible might happen to you! Turns out, you men are all liars, all liars! Liars, liars!!!"
Smack, smack, smack!
As Lu Yumei scolded tenderly, she slapped Zhizhong's shoulder several more times.
The slaps were heavy, loud, satisfying, and relieving.
Zhizhong, looking very much like a masochist, just laughed heartily, visibly enjoying himself.