"I got into a car accident today," Lin Yan mentioned the evening's events to Lu Chenyuan lightly.
Lu Chenyuan immediately put down the pen in his hand, loosened his tie, walked over to Lin Yan's side, pinched her arm, rubbed her head, and carefully examined her face.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Lin Yan said, "Of course not, if I were hurt, I'd be groaning in front of you already. It was quite a coincidence—I bumped into Xi Murong's husband's car. Isn't this world small?"
"As long as you're okay." Lu Chenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling Lin Yan's forehead was a bit warm.
"Are you running a fever?" The weather is getting colder, and viruses are rampant. Ou just recovered recently, and the doctor advised us to be cautious and avoid spreading it at home.
Lin Yan's resistance is quite good, unlike Sister Lin's constitution, who falls sick every few days.
If Lin Yan has even a minor issue, Lu Chenyuan takes it very seriously, treating her like a child.
