She really hadn't planned to interfere, but still couldn't hold back and stole a glance toward the sofa.
With just one glance, she got a fright and immediately jogged over to the sofa.
The man on the sofa was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was clutching the area of his stomach, Eyes tightly shut, thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Chi Enen hurriedly put down the water cup, squatted in front of him, reached out and pushed his shoulder. "Li Beijue, what's wrong with you? Where are you feeling sick?"
"Is it your stomach?"
Her eyebrows knitted tight. She swept her gaze around, didn't see Huo Yi anywhere, and grew both anxious and angry.
"Where's Butler Huo?"
She was anxious because he looked like his stomach hurt badly. Angry because he still had the nerve to drink; she hadn't even given him that kind of trouble.
