"Is Chi Rui'er's fever severe?"
"Yes, she had two bottles of IV drip last night."
As they headed downstairs for breakfast, An Xiaoning asked, "What would you like to have? Milk or porridge?"
"Your blood," he blurted without hesitation.
Startled, An Xiaoning smiled at him benevolently, then said teasingly, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait. Aunt
Her sarcastic remark left Jin Qingyan speechless. Initially, he thought he had married a meek and dainty wife, yet she turned out to be a sharp-tongued cynic, which was contrary to his expectations.
——
Jin Qingyan had planned to take a day off from work that afternoon. He decided to make his way to the old mansion because he was concerned about Jin Qingyue having her fortune told by An Xiaoning.
