บท 913: Both Eyes Glistering with Tears

Ye Qianhe already looked miserable, but Jiang Wuhen had made it worse. A few tea leaves were stuck on his forehead and on the tip of his nose, making him look even more pathetic.

"Ah, you woke up so easily," Jiang Wuhen pretended to say regretfully, the pot still dangling in his hand.

"Awake, I'm really awake." Ye Qianhe was so afraid that he opened his eyes wide to prove how awake he was.

"How fortunate that you woke up. If the hot water didn't work, I was going to use a hot soldering iron," Jiang Wuhen said with a mournful sigh.

Ye Qianhe secretly rejoiced. Thank goodness he had jumped up early, or else he would have died without knowing. Cold tea, then boiling water, now a soldering iron? Was he trying to save someone or torture them?