Upon hearing it was Jian Ying's voice, Qin Jian quickly rolled up An Hao's clothes and placed them beside the bed before heading to open the door.
To say that Jian Ying's nickname was "Jian Fox" wasn't the slightest bit false; seeing An Hao lying in bed, grasping the quilt, with her discarded clothes beside her, he instantly understood what had happened.
He chuckled, placing the fruit he bought on the ground, "Old Qin, I came to check on how sister-in-law is doing! It's nothing serious, right?"
An Hao hadn't expected Jian Ying to come over at all. Hearing the laughter in his voice, her face burned even more fiercely.
She feared Jian Ying would tease her, and also feared he might think she was frivolous, so she shrank entirely under the quilt, neither making a sound nor showing her head.
Qin Jian turned his head to glance at An Hao, seeing her curled up like a little silkworm, he knew she was feeling shy.
Inviting Jian Ying inside in this situation indeed seemed inappropriate.
