"Whatever you say." Jiang Ruolan held the ice bag with an indifferent expression, but fortunately, she wasn't so naive as to do something cowardly, like avoiding the question.
Right, why did she go out looking for him just now? Why did she worry so much about him? Why did her heart finally calm down the moment she saw him? Why did she feel so peaceful when he picked her up?
Even if she worried about him, but so what? It was too late for her to regret it now!
"Not only are your entire body full of thorns, but your mouth is also very sharp." Xian Zihao smiled and looked at his bloody hand. He wrapped one of his hands around her body and asked the staff member to leave once they pushed a small dining cart in.
Xian Zihao poured out a bowl of ginger soup and passed it to her.
"Drink this ginger soup, and don't get sick again."
