Qi Muhan took the glass and was just about to speak when the door was suddenly slammed open.
"What happened? Why are you here?"
Cheng Haoming had been called away by the butler at the most critical moment.
He hurriedly threw on some clothes and rushed over.
Qi Muhan gave him a cold look but ignored him.
Cheng Haoming did not mind. He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed and anxiously grabbed Su Qiao's hand. "Xiao Qiao, where does it hurt? How are you feeling now?"
Su Qiao had not expected him to grab her hand. Caught off guard, she had actually let him succeed, and she felt somewhat displeased.
This hand is so dirty!
She decisively pulled her hand away and tucked both hands under the quilt.
Only then did she lower her eyes and say, neither warmly nor coldly, "I'm fine now. My chest suddenly started hurting, and I couldn't catch my breath. I felt a little panicked."
Cheng Haoming froze.
He could clearly tell that Su Qiao's attitude was off.
However, he thought it was because she felt unwell and because he had failed to arrive in time.
In a gentle, good-natured voice, he said, "Then why didn't you press the bell? What would we have done if something had happened?"
"I did." Su Qiao looked up at him, then lowered her eyes again.
"You did?"
Cheng Haoming frowned. He got up and pressed the electric bell hanging on the wall, only to discover that it was working perfectly.
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "You said you were going to look for Bird's Nest for me, so I kept waiting. Later, my chest started hurting badly, and I couldn't catch my breath. I called for you."
"But you were probably too far