Qiao Fei's words appeared to fall on deaf ears when spoken to Tan Jincheng.
He affectionately pulled Gu Yi'an into his embrace, nudging her head slightly. "Caught a cold? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Gu Yi'an frowned, trying to break free from Tan Jincheng's arms, but his hold was tight, showing no signs of concern about Qiao Fei standing nearby.
"Let go of me first," Gu Yi'an struggled to say.
Tan Jincheng gave a helpless smile. "Alright, don't move around too much, or you might hurt your foot again."
Hearing this, Qiao Fei added, "It's all my fault. When I came over and saw Anan, I realized she hadn't eaten, so I wanted to make her some porridge. Ah Cheng, you know my porridge-making skills are top-notch, passed down from Auntie. Even you love the porridge I make. But when I brought the porridge over, I accidentally spilled it on Anan's foot..."
As soon as these words left her mouth, Tan Jincheng's face turned extremely sour.
