Zhong Lingling walked ahead slowly, deep in thought. As she climbed the steps, she almost tripped because she wasn't paying attention to the road.
Fortunately, Li Xue caught her in time.
"Young Madam, what are you so lost in thought about?"
"I..." She heard about Wang Xueqin's illness and couldn't stop thinking about her.
Wang Xueqin hated her so much, why was she worried about her? It was frustrating.
Thinking of this, she hardened her heart and pretended she knew nothing about medicine.
At lunchtime, she went to the main house. Shen Jiayan was at the company during the day, and Shen Jiayan's grandmother was quite old, so sometimes lunch was delivered to her room. So, at this moment, only Zhong Lingling and Li Xue were in the dining room of the main house, and they still hadn't seen Wang Xueyun.
It's said that Wang Xueqin was still feverish, her fever had gone from mild to moderate, and she couldn't get up to eat lunch.
