Qiao Yichi was clearly flirting with Ningwan.
Ningwan snorted a laugh, feeling upset since she hadn't seen Zhan Hanjue.
He was really asking for trouble now.
"Oh? How about Mr. Qiao letting me get your pulse and see what the symptoms are?"
Qiao Yichi thought she was responding to his advances, feeling delighted, he quickly extended his wrist for her to check.
Ningwan's slender jade hand gently rested on Qiao Yichi's wrist.
Qiao Yichi was entranced by her onion-like fingers, feeling itchy in his heart.
However, just as he was about to enjoy the soft touch of her slender fingers, he suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist.
A sharp pain surged, making him cry out.
"Ah."
People around heard his cry and turned to look in their direction.
Ningwan's hand had already moved away.
"Nothing serious, Mr. Qiao. Go home and eat green vegetable porridge for three days, stay calm for a few days, and your sleep will naturally improve."
"What did you do to me?" Qiao Yichi asked angrily.
