"You haven't said anything since you sat down, and you don't look perfect! Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mo Qian asked worriedly.
Zhuang Xian was taken aback, and a sense of helplessness rose in her heart. She raised her eyes and glared at Mo Qian.
Li Zhen looked at his granddaughter's strange expression and then at Mo Qian's worried face. He also said strangely, "Yes, Mo Qian is right! Xian 'er, you haven't said anything since. You only nodded when we asked you. What's wrong?"
Zhuang Xian retracted her gaze and sighed helplessly. With a hoarse voice, she said with difficulty, "I caught a cold when I slept last night. My throat hurts, so I don't want to talk."
Hearing this, Mo Qian sighed softly and looked at Zhuang Xian with a helpless and pampering expression. He said warmly, "So what if you're sick? Why are you still trying to hide it in front of us? What are you going to do if we don't find out? You want to brush it off?"
