Shen Rong looked at Chiang Qing for a few minutes before finally saying, "Stand up!"
Chiang Qing let out a sigh of relief and tried to stand, but her legs went weak, and she collapsed forward onto Shen Rong's lap on the Taishi Chair.
She looked up, her cheeks flushed, but she dared not say anything and silently lowered her head.
"Help Miss Chiang up," Shen Rong raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted his head.
The man in a black Tang suit standing by stepped forward and helped Chiang Qing up.
"Go back to the guest room to rest for a couple of days. You're going to Hong Kong, there's a big house there. Take care of your health," Shen Rong said blandly.
Chiang Qing's expression changed slightly, "Master Shen."
"A woman's miscarriage is a deep wound. If you don't take care of it, you'll always be sickly, which won't be of any use to me," Shen Rong glanced at her.
Chiang Qing's tears suddenly poured down.
