"Honey!!!"
"Come! Hurry over here—you don't need to make dinner yet!!"
"I've got something good to show you!!!"
Inside an apartment in Tianhe Residential Community, Zhang Yi's urgent, excited voice suddenly rang out from the living room.
Chen Li had just gotten home from the Sports Bureau and was tying on her apron, preparing to head into the kitchen to make dinner.
After hearing her husband's excited voice, she set down the fresh celery she had just picked up, intending to remove the leaves and keep only the stalks for stir-fried shrimp.
She walked into the living room and saw her husband sitting on the sofa with an excited look on his face. Curious, she asked, "What could possibly be so good that it got you this worked up?"
Zhang Yi had always been steady by nature. They had known each other for over ten years, ever since they met on the provincial team, and she had rarely seen him this close to losing his composure.
The only time he had looked so speechless with joy was when he proposed to her that year and she nodded yes.
Zhang Yi did not answer Chen Li's question. Instead, he handed her his phone, his face brimming with wild delight. "Look for yourself. You'll understand once you've finished reading!"
Chen Li frowned at that.
Her husband seemed especially strange today. Not only had he lost his usual composure, but he was deliberately being cryptic.
Usually, whatever she asked, he answered. He rarely went through such needless roundabout nonsense.
But when she glanced at Huang Chong's cardiopulmonary exercise test report and clearly saw the numbers on it, the color instantly drained from her lovely face.
Her free hand unconsciously covered her mouth as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Old Zhang, are these