"Ah Qian, you haven't slept in two days, why don't you go eat something and take a rest?"
It was Xue Murong's voice.
She walked in, a bowl of millet porridge in her hands.
Yu Lingqian was watching over Mu Anran at the moment and didn't even turn around, let alone lift his eyelids, "No need."
Xue Murong frowned but still came in and placed the porridge on the bedside table, "Ah Qian, if you keep this up, she'll be fine, but you'll be the one to collapse."
Hearing Xue Murong's indifferent tone, Yu Lingqian's anger suddenly flared.
He gripped Mu Anran's hand tightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Who told you she's fine?"
"..." Xue Murong bit her lip, not expecting that just a single sentence would make Yu Lingqian so angry and cause him to raise his voice at her.
Her chest flared up with an unidentified anger: "Ah Qian, it's your fault she's like this, so what's the use of raising your voice at me?"
Xue Murong's words indeed served as a reminder to Yu Lingqian.
