&Quot; I ... That ... &Quot; mu Xiaoxiao stammered.
Yin Shaojie glanced at her little face. She probably didn't even know how much he knew about her.
He could tell what she was thinking just from her expression.
"You didn't care about what I said, did you?" He said with a frown, his handsome face a little cold.
Mu Xiaoxiao explained anxiously, " no! I do care, it's just that ... I didn't know you were referring to ... MMM ..."
Her little face suddenly scrunched up, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed hard, and she covered her stomach with both hands.
"My stomach hurts ..."
Yin Shaojie looked at her, thinking that she was pretending.
&Quot; answer my question first. Don't try to change the topic. &Quot;
&Quot; No... My stomach really hurts. It really hurts ... &Quot; mu Xiaoxiao fell onto the bed, her petite body curled up into a small ball, and she was shivering.