"Mr. Tang... you..."
Tang Jue hurriedly raised his hand to silence Saiwen.
Just ten steps ahead, Yan Zihua, who had been silently following beside Xia Yuxun, had already caught her in time, gently patting her back, his face full of tension and worry.
Xia Yuxun waved her hand, weakly smiling at him to indicate that she was fine.
The two looked so in sync, as if they were one entity, leaving no room for an outsider to intervene.
This evening at the old Nangong residence, Xia Yuxun had forced herself to eat too much food. Since earlier, her stomach had been uncomfortable, and she had been vomiting for a long time before feeling slightly better. When she straightened her back, she felt darkness in front of her eyes and a dizzy spell...
Yan Zihua forgot about the master-servant etiquette, quickly picking her up in his arms and hurriedly walking towards the villa.
Behind them, the man in the wheelchair remained as still as a sculpture.
