Ling Chuan frowned, stood up and walked out. "What's all the noise about!"
"Young Master, Miss Li she…" Several servants, supporting the fainted Li Xian, were at a complete loss.
Casting a glance at Li Xian's pale face, Ling Chuan barked, "Why aren't you taking her back to her room to rest? Take good care of her."
"Yes, Young Master." Seeing his impatience, the servants immediately helped Li Xian away.
"Young Master, Dr. Han sent someone with medicine! He said it's for Miss Li!" The butler walked in and was also stunned to see Li Xian, who had been fine, now passed out. "What happened to Miss Li?"
"How would I know! How do you usually take care of her!" Ling Chuan grew even more impatient.
His head was full of that wicked woman, calling him so carelessly just to say she'd dialed the wrong number!
Fine, dialed wrong, huh? Half a month without seeing her, and she seemed to be doing better than he'd imagined!
