"Nan Mufeng, what does this represent?" Edward looked at Nan Mufeng, standing up straight with a proud expression.
In front of Jian Xi, he had always been overshadowed by Nan Mufeng, but today he finally bounced back a little!
With his rival in love being so arrogant, Nan Mufeng was even more displeased: "Wife, what do you remember about him?"
"He's sick." Jian Xi gently furrowed her brows, still in thought, and inadvertently let slip Edward's secret.
Edward's face changed dramatically, and he roared, "Jian Xi!"
Ye Qiu had just gotten up, but was startled by Edward's roar and lay back down. Dammit, this guy's mood swings are just too extreme. She sat on the floor, deciding not to get up at all!
"What kind of illness?" Nan Mufeng pressed on.
On one side was her curious husband, on the other was an enraged Edward. Should she say it or not? Jian Xi was in a dilemma.
