Seeing Qin Yingjun come over, Jiangli was somewhat surprised, but after staring at his face for a moment, he frowned almost imperceptibly.
"Abbot, sorry to disturb you." Qin Yingjun walked over with a smile, though his face was smiling, his expression couldn't hide his fatigue.
Jiangli raised his hand and said, "Sit down and let's talk."
Qin Yingjun thanked him and sat down opposite Jiangli.
As he sat down, he supported his abdomen slightly.
Seeing this, Jiangli asked, "Hasn't your body recovered yet?"
"I don't know what's going on..." Qin Yingjun smiled wryly, "Ever since the incident with Wen Mao... After I woke up in the hospital, my body hasn't felt right. When I was resting in the hospital at night, I kept hearing inexplicable cries, couldn't rest well, and as soon as my body slightly recovered, I couldn't help but go home."
