The helper immediately said worriedly, " miss, you seem to be sick. Your face is a little red too. Do you have a fever? "
Han qiqing frowned and didn't let the servant touch her forehead.
&Quot; I'm fine. I just want to eat breakfast. Hurry up and prepare it for me. &Quot;
The servant didn't dare to delay, so she went to the kitchen to get someone to prepare breakfast.
Although it was breakfast, it was almost noon by the time han qiqing finished eating.
She was in a daze.
Especially when li Yizhen was in her house. She felt that li Yizhen was an eyesore, so she simply went upstairs and stayed in her room.
Wrapped in the blanket and lying on the bed, han qiqing thought, " Song Shijun was right. She was going to stay at home and grow mushrooms.
She reached out for her phone from the bedside table and sent a message to song Shijun.
All the complaints in her heart were directed at him.
"So annoying, that woman actually moved into my house."
