"Ah Zhong."
He Yaobai spoke at the right time.
The bodyguard named Ah Zhong retreated upon hearing the voice.
"Miss He, I apologize for my bodyguard's impolite attitude."
"There's no need." He Youran waved her hand nonchalantly. "As long as you guys don't continue to cause trouble, I'll be thankful to the heavens."
"We didn't mean to make things difficult for Miss He. It's just that my condition is very serious and Ah Zhong is anxious to protect his master. That's why he lost his sense of propriety."
He Youran looked at him and saw that he was panting after speaking a few words. It seemed that he really had a chronic illness. In order to get rid of this big trouble as soon as possible, she decided to help him take his pulse.
"Then give me your hand. I'll take your pulse."
He Yaobai nodded and placed his pale wrist on the car window.
This was a distance that was neither too far nor too close for He Youran to feel safe.
