Su Qian couldn't help but chuckle and laughed out loud.
When Xiao Yan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a bit resentful. "I helped you out of kindness, yet you still laugh at me."
"Ninth Prince, if you're not good at doing this kind of thing, then don't do it. I'm already struggling for you." Su Qian quickly took the lighter from Xiao Yan's hand. She first lit the straw and then the charcoal. After the rising flame became a little warmer, she placed the small cup of medicine on it and slowly stewed it.
Seeing that Su Qian was busy, Xiao Yan couldn't help much, so he could only watch from the side with his hands in his pockets.
Xiao Yan's gaze had a deeper meaning as he kept staring at Su Qian, making Su Qian feel uncomfortable. She couldn't help but turn to look at Xiao Yan behind her and frown as she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that, Your Highness?"
