Zhan Yao was just about to answer when he was interrupted by Zhan Qipei.
"No way."
Zhan Qipei swiftly came to Qiao Jing's side and took the woman's slender wrist.
"Qiao Jing is coming home with me, Mom, don't make Dad sleep on the couch, it's really tough on him."
He absolutely could not let Qiao Jing stay at Purple Garden. Not being able to sneak into the bed was one thing, but another was that the wounds on Qiao Jing's shoulder needed redressing.
Zhan Yao furrowed his brows, looking puzzledly at Zhan Qipei.
"I didn't say I mind sleeping on the couch."
He now knew Qiao Jing was Divine Doctor Jing. With such an impressive daughter-in-law, he dared not have any complaints.
Moreover, he didn't dare confront Su Manhan either.
Zhan Qipei's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight, icy line as his dark eyes deepened.
When did his dad start acting like this? Why wasn't he standing on the same side with him?
As the situation stalemated, Zhan Nanqing timidly spoke up.
