"What's wrong?"
Seeing Mu Lianmiao's expression, Musheng's brows instantly furrowed.
It was clear to see that Mu Lianmiao's complexion was extremely poor at that moment, and at first glance, he seemed to give off a feeling of weakness.
Mu Lianmiao walked over and took Musheng's hand, glanced at the people in the room, then lowered his head, his voice a bit lowered, "I've been up for two nights in a row. I'm very tired and want to rest for a bit."
"Go ahead, take a rest for a while."
With Mu Lianmiao's hand in hers, Musheng was about to lead him upstairs to rest. She could tell that something was off with him at the moment. When she heard that he had been up for two nights, she felt a twinge of heartache. Ma Changying, standing nearby, also asked worriedly, "Si Lian, are you hungry? Do you want to eat some dumplings before resting?"
Mu Lianmiao shook his head, speaking softly, "Thank you, Auntie, no need."
