Lu Zhan lowered his head and looked at her seriously.
Chi Nuan had no choice but to put away the sorrow in her heart and tried hard to put on a smile.
Seeing her expression, Lu Zhan didn't say anything more.
He had a low emotional intelligence, not a low IQ.
Just now, when he heard her say her stomach hurt, he was a bit anxious, so he didn't analyze it carefully. But now, seeing her expression, he could tell that she was probably not having a stomachache, just in a bad mood.
He gently held her and placed her on a wicker chair.
The housekeeper was very considerate. Knowing Lu Zhan would be back in the evening and would likely come to check the pond, he had prepared a kettle with warm water on the table.
He picked up a clean cup, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her: "Have some water."
"Mm." Chi Nuan nodded and took the cup.
After taking a couple of sips, she held the cup in her hands.
"Feeling better?" he asked softly.
