Mu Xingfeng hugged her tightly and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
An Ran shook her head vigorously while blinking her eyes hard, as if trying to shake her head clear, but it only made things worse. Her dizziness increased.
"I don't know, my head is so dizzy, worse than being drunk."
An Ran blinked her big eyes and looked at Mu Xingfeng pitifully.
Mu Xingfeng frowned, helped the little girl to lie down on the bed, touched her forehead with one hand, and felt his own forehead with the other. There was no temperature difference, it wasn't a fever, then why was she dizzy?
At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a medical kit said breathlessly, "Young Master Mu, is it a relapse of the gunshot wound?"
Mu Xingfeng glanced disdainfully at Yuan Ye's disheveled appearance and said, "Knock next time."
