She held a pen in her hand, and when her gaze met his, she slightly clenched the pen.
Only a moment later, she looked away and lowered her head to continue to clean up her desk.
In the end, Feng Ling put down the pen in her hand and looked at the man, only to find that he was still looking at her.
"Are you finished?" He looked at her and didn't seem impatient at all. "Let me take you home, and on the way, I will take you to see a doctor."
"There is no need to go to the hospital. I didn't even die on the battlefield or the Snake Valley. Now I just caught a cold." Feng Ling got up and walked out.
"Take it seriously. Many diseases start from the symptoms of a cold," Li Nanheng said while glancing outside. "Wear more clothes. Don't catch a cold again."
How did she catch a cold? It was because of him!
She hadn't seen him for two years, but as soon as he appeared, he had turned her newfound peaceful world upside down.
