"Ha..."
Song Wenchuan let out a breath, pinched the space between his brows, and shouted, "Auntie Liu! Bring me a pen!"
When Auntie Liu walked over with the pen, she heard her young master mumbling something. But looking at the way he gnashed his teeth, it was obviously not something good.
"You're not the only one who knows how to write letters and act all mysterious! Fine! I'll also... Wait!" Song Wenchuan suddenly remembered something. "How did this b*st*rd know my bank password???"
"Young Master, pen."
Auntie Liu looked at him strangely and said with heartache, "Young Master, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Your injuries haven't recovered yet. It's better to rest well. The most important thing is to recover your health!"
Song Wenchuan: "..."
He rubbed his cheek and the corner of his mouth twitched. "I got it."
