"You're back."
Qin Sijue seemed to have picked up on the not-so-settled tone of Uncle Qin's voice, hinting that he was mindful of Nangong Feifei.
With his thin lips lightly pursed, he set Qiangwei down on the sofa before gently parting his lips, "Go boil two eggs, and bring over an ice pack."
Uncle Qin glanced at him, then at Qiangwei, apparently realizing that the Young Madam was injured and quickly turned to dash into the kitchen, "Got it!"
Before long, a maid brought over an ice pack.
Sitting on the couch, Qin Sijue took the ice pack from the maid's hand and, as if no one else was present, gently lifted Qiangwei's sprained ankle onto his own legs.
Applying the ice pack was what Li Yuan had told him over the phone just a moment ago.
Receiving such tender care from him, Qiangwei still wasn't used to it.
Especially upon sensing Nangong Feifei's hateful gaze at her side, she quickly retracted her leg, "I'll do it myself."
