Chen Yang panicked as soon as he heard Yang Jing's words.
He quickly pushed open the door and rushed into Little Demon Nan's room.
On the bed in the room, Little Demon Nan looked at Chen Yang with a pale face and said, "Master, you're here!"
Chen Yang sat by the bedside, silently, grasping Little Demon Nan's right wrist to check her pulse.
The pulse was stable, strong, and powerful.
Chen Yang frowned and looked at Little Demon Nan, "Does your whole body still hurt now?"
Little Demon Nan felt a bit guilty, "It... it still hurts a bit!"
Chen Yang flung Little Demon Nan's arm aside, giving her a cold look, "I'll give you one more chance to organize your words, does it hurt or not?"
Little Demon Nan didn't dare to lie now.
She honestly said, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"
Chen Yang crossed his arms across his chest and snorted coldly, "Why did you lie to me?"
