Worried endlessly, afraid something was wrong with her health, "Miss Qiao, should I call a doctor for you? You don't look well..."
Calling a doctor wouldn't solve her problem.
Qiao An gave a bitter smile, "No need. Xia Lin, there's no need to call a doctor."
"But, you look..."
"I said, no need."
Xia Lin still worried, as she turned to walk to the bedroom, took out his phone to call Mu Jingxi.
Qiao An, as if she had eyes on her back, stopped and said coldly, "Don't call Mu Jingxi."
Holding the phone, his hand reluctantly dropped, Xia Lin asked puzzled, "Miss Qiao, what exactly happened..."
"Tell Mu Jingxi not to come over tonight."
She didn't want to see him.
She was afraid that when Mu Jingxi and Little Nuomi came, seeing Mu Jingxi's face would make her lose control of her emotions and break down on the spot.
She was even more afraid she might scare Little Nuomi.
She was still sick, and she didn't want to scare her in the slightest.
