Aunt Hui was still persuading, "Lady, please lie down and rest. I'll have the kitchen send some porridge for you!"
Shi Nuan, however, did not pay attention and only asked Aunt Hui, "Where is... your Mr.?"
Aunt Hui said, "Mr., Mr. he..."
"Looking for me?"
Before Aunt Hui could finish her sentence, the bedroom door was pushed open, and at the doorway stood a man in a black casual shirt paired with pants of the same color.
He rarely wore such dark colors, but undeniably, being handsome and well-built, he looked exceptionally fitting in anything.
But this attire on Song Yansheng gave off a feeling of somberness and arrogance, inexplicably, Shi Nuan felt a bit afraid!
Song Yansheng walked in coolly with his hands in his pockets, glanced at Shi Nuan's face, and slightly furrowed his brows.
Then he instructed Aunt Hui, "Go downstairs and bring up a bowl of porridge!"
Aunt Hui hurriedly agreed and left. Song Yansheng then walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked at Shi Nuan.
