"You eat first," Bao Shaojin's gaze, light and indifferent, fell on her.
"Oh." An Yin came to the sofa and slowly sat down.
Aunt Zhang noticed that neither of them looked well and whispered, "I'll go call Ms. An over."
After An Yin was hospitalized, Ms. An had been by her side, regardless of her already frail health. Thinking of this, An Yin couldn't help but worry and quickly said, "I'll go call her myself."
An Yin walked quickly.
Bao Shaojin looked at the young girl's lively demeanor and couldn't quite describe what he felt.
When Aunt Zhang looked up, she saw Mr. Bao with a helpless expression. After hesitating slightly, she said, "Sir, the situation with Ms. An isn't good. Just now, when we were returning to the lounge, if I hadn't supported her, she would've fallen. I don't think she should exert herself right now. How about I stay with the An Family? I'm really worried about her state."
