Old Chen, who was standing by the car, hurriedly opened the backseat door, worriedly saying, "Young Master, get in quickly, don't catch a cold."
Gu Ningyi seemed not to hear, his dark eyes lifted slightly, staring blankly at the car moving away.
Just now, Dong Xin Yan's face was as pale as paper, looking extremely pained. What happened to her? Is she sick?
She has always been very healthy, but when she gets sick, it's severe. Like the last time she had a fever, it took her several days to recover.
Thinking of this, Gu Ningyi suddenly curled his lips, mocking himself with a smile.
What was he worrying about? She... never needed his concern. Besides, Cheng Ziyang would definitely take good care of her. The one she needs is Cheng Ziyang.
"Young Master." Old Chen frowned, unable to help but call out again. Although his eyes had recovered, they were still under observation. If he caught a chill again, what would they do?
