"What exactly are you asking to come in for?" Tang Wanzhuang's face blushed outside, she said indignantly, "This is a secret chamber; no one can come in if you don't open the door."
"Ah..." Zhao Changhe leapt off the bed, went over, and opened the door: "I forgot about that, come in quick."
Seeing his somewhat anxious look, Tang Wanzhuang's face turned even redder.
What are you thinking, what do you think I'm here for...
However, after Zhao Changhe closed the door, the next sentence was, "How are you? You vomited blood after battling Maitreya and your face was as white as paper. Why on earth are you pushing yourself to oversee work without taking a proper rest?"
Tang Wanzhuang didn't quite know what to feel and said helplessly, "Someone has to take charge, otherwise, should it be left to Wang Daozhong or Yang Jingxiu?"
"And now?"
