Quan Zehao deliberately avoided looking at Bai Xiaolian, sipping his tea all by himself.
Truth be told, he was secretly fuming. This was the first time he'd taken a liking to a woman, yet she'd fooled him so badly.
"Let me check your pulse first."
Ling Shaohan pressed his fingers on Bai Xiaolian's pulse. Due to Quan Zehao, her heartbeat had quickened, and sweat began to bead on her forehead.
Luo Qianxun, standing behind Bai Xiaolian, nervously watched Ling Shaohan. "She's okay, right?"
"Nothing serious, just needs some rest."
Ling Shaohan released his fingers, "I'll ask Hao Jia to get some traditional medicine for you. Bring it back and brew it. If you're scared of taking medicine, you can stew it in soup."
"Alright, thank you."
Bai Xiaolian nodded. Having already sat down, she felt too awkward to say she wanted to leave early.
"Huh, Xiaolian, what's this red spot here?"