Xiao Yu's gaze still made her feel as if her breath was caught in her chest.
Especially in the dim entranceway, where it was hard to discern the hidden meaning in the depths of his eyes.
Sheng Shushu hadn't noticed whether he had been drinking today, but since he had done cupping therapy, he probably hadn't.
So, what was that look for?
Just as she was about to push past him, Xiao Yu finally spoke in a low voice, "My stomach doesn't feel good."
After listening, her gaze moved downward.
She knew about Xiao Yu's stomach problems.
He was a workaholic who often forgot about time when engrossed in work, sometimes not remembering he hadn't eaten until midnight, then hastily snacking on something.
Over time, naturally, his stomach had suffered.
"Did you eat too late?" She looked at him and realized that it was indeed late for dinner; she had lost track of time today.
Xiao Yu had already slightly hunched over and seemed to have a really poor complexion.
