"..."
Looking at Su Xingyue's dissatisfied and angry expression, Nan Yuling's face paused for a moment, forcefully suppressing the anger within him.
The man who was bristling with thorns just now had no choice but to withdraw them.
Seeing Nan Yuling silent, Su Xingyue sighed, turned to look at Nan Yishen, and asked concernedly.
"Yishen, are you hurt?"
As she spoke, she lifted her head carefully to check the marks on her son's face. After confirming there were no injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine. You should go back to your room and rest." Nan Yishen glanced at Su Xingyue and suddenly spoke.
Hearing him say this, Su Xingyue still looked worriedly at the father and son. Just as she was about to say something, a sudden pain in her abdomen made her body feel weak.
She was startled, her face turning pale, instinctively reaching out to hold her lower abdomen.
Fortunately, the pain subsided quickly, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.
