Qiao Anhao's fingers trembled, she grasped her skirt, having no intention of reaching for the medicine.
Lu Jinnian frowned, his grip tightening on the plastic bag, his arms remaining outstretched.
The skies were gradually darkening and crew members were already in the hotel. The surroundings were dark, the four of them not speaking.
After a long while, Qiao Anhao was still not willing to accept the medicine, her position distant and reserved, the atmosphere tensing.
Behind Lu Jinnian, his assistant and Zhao Meng were starting to feel awkward and uneasy.
Another breeze blew, sending a shiver through Qiao Anhao. With a calm and detached gaze, she looked away from Lu Jinnian, preparing to leave.
When his assistant saw it, he instantly reached out to grab the medicine from Lu Jinnian's hands, passing it over to Zhao Meng. "Miss Qiao's stomach isn't feeling well, Mr. Lu specifically got her some medicine."
