He suddenly threw out countless questions, his tone shifting from previous frustration to current anxiety. Chenxing looked at Huanhuan, who suddenly got anxious and silently glared at her: Why did you say I'm not well? He'll worry!
Over there, Nan Baihao didn't hear a response, and his voice rose several notches: "Tell me quickly, what's wrong with my Huanhuan?"
"It's nothing, really. Just during dinner, she didn't have much of an appetite. She said she had a fight with you and was reckless with her words, afraid it would affect your mood and work, worried about you, so she couldn't eat." Chenxing saw Huanhuan's flushed face turn a bit redder and paused before continuing: "She just loves you and worries about you, couldn't eat or sleep thinking about you."
