Chu Liangxia had a fever and was somewhat delirious, muttering continuously not to go to the hospital. Zizhuo Xi had no choice but to step on the gas and take Chu Liangxia back to Qingshan Villa.
As they were about to arrive, she even made a phone call to Feng Ziheng.
As the car pulled up to the front door, they saw the figure of Feng Ziheng waiting.
Seeing this, Zizhuo Xi let out a hum in her heart, thinking that this man really did have some conscience.
"Chu King," Zizhuo Xi unbuckled Chu Liangxia's seatbelt, reached out her hand to wrap it around Chu Liangxia's shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "We're home."
"Home?" Chu Liangxia mumbled, half-opening her eyes.
For some reason, hearing her repeat the word "home" made Zizhuo Xi's nose feel a bit sour.
With her forehead against Chu Liangxia's, Zizhuo Xi forced a smile and said, "Yes, your home."
Congratulations, you finally have a home.
"Oh," Chu Liangxia reacted belatedly.