ng Jie coolly. "I’m having dinner with Zhang Dan, and I don’t want anyone to disturb us. If you’ve finished eating, please leave." In truth, Ning Jie didn't have much ill feeling towards Dong Yan; she...Chapter 880: Would You Get Angry If I Spank Your Bottom

"Sis Jing Hua, would you get angry if I spanked your bottom" Xia Tian asked seriously.

"You!" Leng Bingbing's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment. "If you dare to spank my bottom, I won't talk to you anymore!"

"I can do it lightly so that it wouldn’t hurt," Xia Tian said in all seriousness.

Leng Bingbing glared at Xia Tian viciously and decided not to answer him. She had never seen such a top-grade rogue who actually asked for permission before spanking someone!

Xia Tian stared at Leng Bingbing for a while, then came up with an idea: He would wait until nightfall to spank Sis Jing Hua's bottom.

"Don't look at me like that!" Leng Bingbing was somewhat annoyed and embarrassed. This damned rogue, as if he hadn’t seen her before Why did he have to use such a piercing gaze

"Sis Jing Hua, don't be so stingy. Besides, you're my wife, and I should be able to see you anyway," Xia Tian said seriously.

Leng Bingbing shot Xia Tian a glance and decided not to argue with this rogue anymore but changed the topic instead: "Has Chu Yao told you why she wanted to kill that inspector"

"Oh, no, she hasn't." Xia Tian shook his head. "I just brought her out, then came straight here to find Sis Jing Hua."

"I asked Chu Yao about it. She said the inspector wanted to kill her and that she saw him ready to pull the trigger. In a panic, she threw her knife at him and killed him," Leng Bingbing frowned slightly. "But now she has no evidence since the inspector is already dead—dead without any proof to back up her claims. This makes things difficult for us. You should tell Chu Yao and others that if such an incident happens again in the future, they must try their best to capture a live suspect. If the inspector really was instructed to kill Chu Yao as she said, then he could lead them to the person behind it all instead of leaving nothing but dead bodies like now."

"Oh, I understand. Next time, if something similar happens again, I will ask them to try and capture a live suspect," Xia Tian nodded his head. If they managed to catch one alive, he could extract plenty of information from the person. At that point, perhaps he would know who this idiot causing him trouble was.

At this moment, Xia Tian's phone rang again.

Xia Tian took out his phone and saw that the call was from Wang Xiaoya. He immediately answered it.

"Brother Xia Tian, I heard you're back in Jianghai City. Is that true" The voice on the other end of the line sounded a bit strange; although still clear, it lacked her usual liveliness.

"Yes, I just got back." Xia Tian wouldn't conceal anything. He had actually thought about going to see Wang Xiaoya, but he wanted to see Leng Bingbing more, so here he was.

"Brother Xia Tian, your medical skills are very impressive, right" Wang Xiaoya asked again.

"That's right, I'm the world-renowned divine doctor." Xia Tian answered without any modesty.

"Then can you come and wake Uncle Pang up" Wang Xiaoya's tone carried a hint of pleading.

Summer was a bit confused: "Which Uncle Pang are you talking about"

"It should be Pang Dabing." Leng Bingbing, who was standing by, softly added the information. "He is one of Wang Xiaoya's bodyguards; it was he who threw Wang Xiaoya to safety and saved her life at that time. But now he’s still in the hospital unconscious, and there's a possibility that he might become a vegetative state patient."

"Brother Summer, Uncle Pang is my bodyguard. He saved my life, but the doctor says it's possible that he won't wake up." Wang Xiaoya also spoke from her side, her tone slightly sorrowful. "I just came to see him at the hospital, and he’s still not awake."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be right over. As long as he hasn’t died yet, I can save his life." Summer comforted Wang Xiaoya on the phone and then asked again, "Xiaoya, which hospital are you at"

"It’s Jiangda First Affiliated Hospital. Are you coming over now, Brother Summer If you’re coming, I’ll wait for you by the door."

"Alright, I'll be there right away." Summer thought for a moment and decided to go. Although he didn't know Pang Dabing, the latter had saved his little girlfriend, so he felt he should go to wake him up.

Hanging up the phone, Summer turned to Leng Bingbing: "Sister Jinghua, I'm going..."

"Go ahead." Before Summer could finish speaking, Leng Bingbing said in a rather gentle tone, "Cure Pang Dabing and also comfort Wang Xiaoya; she was quite frightened this time."

Summer nodded, reached out to quickly kiss Leng Bingbing, then turned around and left swiftly.

When Summer arrived at the entrance of Jiang University's First Affiliated Hospital, he saw Wang Xiaoya standing there. She seemed more haggard after over a month apart, with four bodyguards surrounding her protectively.

"Mr. Summer." These bodyguards spotted Summer first and greeted him together. They then unconsciously moved to the side, clearly making room for Summer and Wang Xiaoya.

"Big Brother Summer." Wang Xiaoya called out softly, but she didn’t rush over like usual. It seems that the explosion incident more than half a month ago had indeed affected her greatly.

Summer picked up Wang Xiaoya and then put her down again. He said somewhat unhappily, "Xiaoya, why have you lost weight"

"Big Brother Summer, my appetite hasn’t been very good lately, and I often have nightmares at night." As she spoke, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help yawning, "Last night, I had another nightmare. In the dream, I was blown up to death."

"Don’t be afraid, I will quickly find those idiots and deal with them all," Summer comforted her. "You lead me to Pang Dabing first; I’m going to cure him."

“Okay.” Wang Xiaoya nodded eagerly and then pulled Summer into the hospital.

Wang Xiaoya led Summer into a private ward, where there was only one sickbed inside. On it lay a man in his thirties with an extremely pale complexion, wearing a respirator over his mouth. He didn’t move at all on the bed; next to him, sitting on a chair, was a woman also in her thirties who had rather pretty features but looked miserable now.concrete from the city. Therefore, most houses here were old-fashioned tile-roofed buildings made with bricks that were fired locally in brick kilns within the village. Most houses were constructed us...