Li Jian's smile surprisingly had a touch of flattery, "What if you actually can, right?"
Yaen Chi's mind worked fast; he almost immediately realized who it was, but Li Jian was faster in action. He walked out of the ward and brought someone out from behind the door.
It was none other than the pretty boy's Little Wife that Yaen Chi had brought back.
Her clothes were different, but she still wore clattering bracelets on her wrist, jingling as she walked.
As soon as she saw Yaen Chi, she began to cry.
Li Jian quickly let go of her, "I didn't touch her, okay? She's like a block of wood, no response to any questions, didn't speak. I thought she didn't understand the language until I mentioned bringing her to see you; then she reacted. She didn't cry in the car, only started crying when she saw you here. I didn't provoke her."
Yaen Chi's face was stern, "Why did you bring her here?"
"To see you." Li Jian said matter-of-factly.
