Yeh Huang sat in the large bathtub, his lower body obscured by white foam, revealing his robust upper body. His six-pack abs were well-defined. Although there were some minor scars on his skin, those were old scars that had healed, with no large new injuries. Long Linger remembered what Stephen had said earlier, and doubt suddenly arose in her heart.
"You're not hurt?"
"A few minor injuries, but they're all healed..."
"But Stephen said you were unconscious and needed emergency care. Do you know how scared I was? I was almost frightened to death."
"That's just Stephen's way. He exaggerates. I get a tiny scratch and he acts like the whole world is collapsing." Yeh Huang said with a faint smile.
Long Linger furrowed her brows in frustration, "I was really scared to death. In the future, I can't let him scare me like that anymore."
