Chu Yan said, "It's nothing serious, just a minor cold."
"Grandfather Chu, can I go see Ruohan?" He asked hesitantly.
Chu Yan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.
"Grandfather Chu, I'll go up now."
Qin Baihao politely nodded his head, then proceeded upstairs.
The luxurious chandelier illuminated the room brightly, Chu Ruohan paced back and forth restlessly, her face full of impatience and irritability.
She realized she had been confined at home for several days already. The thought of her impending marriage made her even more furious.
Damn Qin Baihao. She had absolutely no desire to marry him.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
A steady rhythm of knocking rang out.
Chu Ruohan reluctantly made her way to the door. Upon spotting the man standing in the doorway, she instinctively wanted to shut the door.
"Ruohan, wait!"
Qin Baihao couldn't help but reflect a cruel look in his eyes when he saw the disgust on her face.
