Lu Qinghan's expression darkened as he watched her shy away from him as if he were the plague. "I seem to recall telling you last night that we were going back to Nanjiang Villa." "You have acute gastritis. You'll end up in serious trouble if you don't go to the hospital," Wen Xi said. "You helped me last night, and I helped you. We're even, Mr. Lu." With that, she moved to stand and leave. Before