Don’t Move, My Stomach Hurts. It Won’t Hurt If We Hug.

At the thought of Ian who would always play the violin when he was drunk, Dou Xiangling did not know whether to laugh or sympathize with him.

Will he catch a cold if he plays the violin in such weather?

At the thought of this, out of concern for their guest on her cousin's behalf, Dou Xiangling got up from the bed and walked out.

When she opened the door of the yard and saw Ian who was playing the violin outside, Dou Xiangling was silent.

It was only a few seconds later that she proceeded to walk over to his direction.

However, she had only taken a few steps when two bodyguards appeared out of nowhere.

"Miss Dou, please stay away from the Young Master."

Dou Xiangling stopped walking and deliberately lowered her voice. "Why did you allow Ian outside? The surroundings are so cold and he will catch a cold if he continues."