Ouyang Wensheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.
It seemed as though he was about to erupt in the next moment.
Gu Qiaoqiao still looked at him indifferently.
Suddenly, Ouyang Wensheng chuckled, seemingly resigned, and said, "Indeed, heroes come from the youth, skillful and brave. Straightforward people don't speak in riddles, earlier I calculated carefully, your husband seems to have more complex issues than just being injured."
"Oh?" Gu Qiaoqiao raised an eyebrow, responding unimpressed, "How did you know he was injured?"
It seemed the confidentiality was well maintained; actually, Qin Yize wasn't injured, but the official statement was such, even someone like Ouyang Wensheng was kept in the dark.
"I have my ways."
