Having been seated for a long time, Qiao Yue was stiff and as she moved, a sharp pain lanced through her ribs. She subconsciously rubbed her wound, and the action was not lost on Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing quickly pushed Qiao Yue to the bed and carried her off the wheelchair.
Qiao Yue was startled by this sudden development and clutched Qiao Jing's shirt tightly.
"Are you scared?" Qiao Jing asked, looking at his awkward passenger.
"I'm fine; you just startled me."
Qiao Jing exited the room once Qiao Yue was tucked comfortably in bed. Since Qiao Yue would be staying home to recuperate, he would need to pay more attention to her. It seemed he would need to instruct the housekeepers on what they needed to do.
Not long after Qiao Jing left, someone knocked on her door.
"Who is it?" Qiao Yue shouted from her bed.
