"Nothing." Qiao Nian was very frustrated, mainly because she was unsure where Lu Zhi went.
Ye Wangchuan leaned forward and touched her forehead to test the temperature.
Seeing that her temperature was normal and she did not have a fever, but her face was pale, he lowered his eyes and asked gently, "Are you really alright?"
His fingertips were slightly cold, but they were like a spark burning the plains, making Qiao Nian's chest even hotter.
Qiao Nian avoided his hand. "I'm fine."
Ye Wangchuan put down his hand and narrowed his eyes. He felt that there was something she was not telling him.
Before he could ask, Qiao Nian said, "By the way, I'm going out alone. You can go back first."
Ye Wangchuan's shirt was flat and straight. The buttons were sandalwood. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Don't you want me to drive you?"
Qiao Nian was absent-minded since her mind was occupied with Lu Zhi's matter. "No, I'll call a taxi."
