Ying Jing looked at the dress placed in the center of the living room with astonishment.
It was truly stunning.
She couldn't help but reach out to touch it.
Growing up, Ying Jing had been pampered with countless beautiful things.
She couldn't get enough of the dress before her eyes.
"Did you prepare this for me?"
"Mm, does it look good?"
His voice... no matter how good-looking, it couldn't compare to him right now.
"Zhang Yang said you were sick with a fever. What's going on? Weren't you fine this morning? Did you take medicine? Do you need to go to the hospital?" She reached out to feel his forehead while taking out her phone to make a call.
With her driving skills, driving Zhang the assistant was manageable. But now, her concern and anxiety made her look worse than Wen Fucheng. She absolutely couldn't drive.
As soon as the call connected, it was ended by the man.
"I'm fine, I've already taken medicine."
"We have a thermometer at home. Wait for me."
