Flaring Up

Her entire body felt weak. Stumbling, she fell backwards.

Gu Zhou had long since sensed that something was wrong with Qiao Nian's expression. He followed behind her.

Seeing that she was about to fall, he quickly stepped forward to support her.

The familiar scent of ambergris wafted towards her. In a daze, she opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the man's face. In a soft voice, she murmured, "Gu Zhou…"

Gu Zhou bent down and picked Qiao Nian up in his arms, bridal style.

Chen Qing, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned.

Didn't the Second Young Master have a phobia of women?

When did he recover from that illness?

Why wasn't he aware?

Gu Zhou took two steps forward. Seeing that Chen Qing was still standing there blankly, he frowned.

"Drive to the hospital!"

Chen Qing came back to his senses and quickly nodded. "Yes, sir."