"Knock knock knock!"
The sudden knocking scared Wei Anning so much that she sat up abruptly, too quickly, and stars burst before her eyes. She glared at the door, on guard, and demanded harshly, "Who is it?"
"Third Young Lady, it's me."
Upon hearing the maid's voice, Wei Anning immediately relaxed and flopped back onto the bed, listlessly saying, "Come in!"
For a moment, she had thought that the creepy masked man had come again. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? What had Wei Anjing done to provoke him?
The maid pushed the door open, walked to the bedside, and set the tray she was carrying on the nightstand, "Third Young Lady, how are you feeling? Third Young Master has instructed that you stay in your room and rest for the next few days, and not to wander around and catch a chill."
"Third Young Master?" Wei Anning furrowed her brows. She rose from the bed and looked at the maid, "Your Third Young Master knows I'm sick?"
