Have Some Face, Lin Zhiqing

Shen Ji saw it and asked curiously, "Miss Jian, what are you doing?"

Jian Qingqing walked over and habitually took his hand to feel his pulse. Shen Ji was already very clear about this habit of hers, so he cooperatively handed it over.

Jian Qingqing touched it for a while and finally vaguely felt the feeling of Shen Ji's pulse that Wei Wusheng had mentioned being sluggish and not smooth. She nodded in satisfaction, and even the anger that she had been provoked by Lin Zhiqing earlier lessened a little.

Shen Ji was very cooperative with her, so Jian Qingqing treated him very well. She revealed a sly smile and said, "I'll get the servant girl to make hot pot. We'll go to Lin Zhiqing's room to eat it. It'll infuriate him to death. Hmph! who asked him not to let me check his pulse!"

Lin Zhiqing was currently seriously ill, so he only ate some light food. He was now craving some delicious food.

Shen Ji could not help but laugh. She was really a child.