Chapter 1683

Sunny made his voice sound hoarse when he said, "I don't know. Maybe the wound opened up again when I moved my arm to call you." Xante frowned and looked at him sternly. "You idiot. You should've used your good arm to call me instead!" Sunny pouted pitifully. "I was in a hurry to call you, so I didn't think too much about it…" "Haha—ahem, ahem!" The sound from the sofa caught Xante's attention. When she looked up, she found a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa. Maxwell could not fight back his laughter. He did not expect Sunny would put on such a show in front of a woman. It was a pity that Sunny was not an actor, or he would have won the 'Best Actor' award. Xante roughly guessed who the middle-aged man was by how similar he looked to Sunny. "You must be Mister Maxwell. Forgive me for not noticing you," said Xante, slightly flustered. Maxwell waved nonchalantly. "It's okay, don't mind me. You two can continue chatting." Xante did not know what to say. Sunny did not seem to c