Hearing that both the father and the daughter were concerned about her, An Yuan felt her heart turn warm.
The adult and the child chatted for a while. Finally, Su Shengjing picked up the phone. His tone was exceptionally serious. "What's the matter recently?"
His voice was low and pleasant to the ear, like a cello in the middle of the night that could soothe one's heart. An Yuan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. "It's nothing. Maybe I was too tired from filming, and coupled with my poor appetite, I lost some weight."
Su Shengjing frowned.
I lost some weight?
If someone had told him that An Yuan had lost less than five kilograms, he would not have believed it. An Yuan's waist and legs were so thin that it seemed like they could snap at any moment.
