An Xiaoning stood outside the bathroom and asked, "Are you okay?"
"…"
There was no response.
"Qingyan?"
"…"
He still did not answer.
Did he faint from getting the runs?
She pushed the door of the bathroom open and made eye contact with Jin Qingyan, who was sitting on the toilet bowl.
"Why didn't you answer me?"
"I'm dying."
Smiling wryly, An Xiaoning said, "Continue with your business…"
She swiftly exited and waited outside the door.
Jin Qingyan came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. An Xiaoning pointed at the porridge and said, "Auntie Chen made that. Rest assured and eat it."
His stomach was empty and uncomfortable.
He felt much better after taking a few mouthfuls of the porridge. He guffawed and said, "You almost killed me with your cooking. I was in so much pain and discomfort."
"I'm sorry."
