A hint of a smile flashed in Sheng Yize's eyes, but he still put on a disdainful look. "An Xiaxia, you're so loud."
An Xiaxia was so anxious that fine sweat covered the tip of her nose and her eyes looked teary. She trotted after Sheng Yize, nagging, "Walk slowly. Do you want some water? Are you dizzy? Does your wound hurt? Ouch… why did you stop so suddenly?!"
Sheng Yize looked at the little thing that had accidentally bumped into his arms, intrigued. He then raised his hand and rubbed her hair. "I told you I'm fine. Stop nagging."
"That won't do! What if you have a concussion or some other aftereffect? And, and there could be all kinds of complications!" An Xiaxia listed all kinds of hypotheses in a serious tone. Probably because Papa An was a doctor, she was very sensitive in this aspect.
Plus, she was genuinely worried about Sheng Yize!
A short distance away from them, Qi Yanxi's face began to darken.
