Xie Yan 'er thought that she had just finished eating and that her stomach would stop hurting after a short rest.
However, she rubbed her stomach and sat on the chair for a while. Her face was a little pale.
She suddenly stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Xiajun Zihao looked at Xie Yan 'er's hurried back and shook his head with a smile. She was still the same as when she was young, sometimes in a rush.
Xiajun Zihao didn't realize that the light in his eyes was very gentle and warm.
By the time xiajun Zihao finished eating and cleaned up the table, Xie Yan 'er was nowhere to be seen.
He felt that something was wrong.
Xiajun Zihao started to call out Yan 'er's name.
"Little Yan? Yan 'er?"
His voice was filled with worry as he shouted.
When he reached the second floor, he seemed to hear Xie Yan 'er's weak voice in the corridor.
