"I'm very busy, and Yuji, as the future lady of Dijing, probably doesn't have time to be distracted by these trivial matters either..."
All Han Yifan's mind was filled with were those words Chi Jingxuan had said, along with the satisfied yet teasing look in his eyes when he spoke to him. It felt as if his heart had been violently smashed by a sledgehammer, causing him excruciating pain.
The pain shot into his head like a stab, then spread like a rising tide to his limbs, making Han Yifan's knees buckle as he crouched down unsteadily.
"Yifan, what's wrong with you? Yifan..."
Calling out in a panic, Qin Yuyan hurried to support Han Yifan into the VIP reception room they had just left. Nearby, a clerk brought over some hot water.
