Liang Xun sighed softly and said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone has their own secrets. There are some things that I won't deliberately investigate if Yaoyao doesn't want to say. However, this concerns Yaoyao's physical and mental health. I have to investigate. Otherwise, I'll be very worried."
Hearing that, Jing Yao looked at him hesitantly. "Did you find anything?"
Liang Xun's smile was bitter. "I've found out everything I need to. I even went to see your psychiatrist."
A look of panic appeared on Jing Yao's face when she heard that. She grabbed the bedsheets tightly and her gaze began to wander. Anyway, she did not dare to look at Liang Xun's face, afraid that she would meet his gaze.
Liang Xun sighed in his heart. He reached out and covered Jing Yao's small hand, which was more than twice his size, with his broad palm.
