Carefully placing Lin Yuan on the soft couch inside the house, Xia Zheng quickly grabbed Lao Fan's hand, "Quick, see what's wrong with her!"
Before Lao Fan could even speak, Lin Yuan preempted him, "I'm alright, I'm alright, I just, just caught a bit of cold, my stomach hurts. You'd better go out quickly, I'll be fine after resting for a while."
"How can this be alright? You don't even realize how pale your face is, and you still say you just caught a cold! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child that can be easily fooled!" Xia Zheng furrowed his eyebrows and deliberately put on a stern face to frighten her a bit.
Yet Lin Yuan was on the verge of tears, truly wishing the Xia Zheng before her eyes was an ignorant three-year-old child. Knowing Lao Fan's temperament, if he took her pulse, wouldn't her menstruation be exposed to everyone!
"I really am alright, don't worry, I truly am..."