"What's wrong with Annuo?" Han Qianqian asked urgently, and pushed past Wen Zhaozhao to enter, checking by the bed to see if Shi Annuo was alright.
Although her injuries were not fully healed, she could walk normally without issue.
Wen Zhaozhao stood at the door, her expression somewhat gloomy and unclear, "Drunk."
Han Qianqian looked again at Shi Annuo, who had already fallen into a deep sleep on the bed, ensuring that there was truly nothing wrong with him.
She let out a sigh of relief, then turned her head to look at Wen Zhaozhao with a cold expression, her tone equally icy, "Wen Zhaozhao, I know what you're thinking, advancing by retreating. You don't really think that by doing this, Annuo will fall in love with you, do you?"
Wen Zhaozhao's lips curled into a smirk, and she let out a cold laugh, "I'm not particularly interested in chatting with you, because you really don't have the qualification to talk to me about this."
