Plop!
The soup bowl fell to the ground.
Lin Mengyao was in so much pain she nearly cried, looking at Xi Yemo with tearful eyes.
"Cousin, I saw you haven't been eating or sleeping well these days, so I asked Aunt Chun to make some tonic for you."
She looked pitiable with tears in her eyes, her entire demeanor like a delicate little white flower.
"Get out."
Xi Yemo narrowed his eyes and coldly said.
Lin Mengyao was stunned for a moment, then ran out of the room sobbing into her hands. Once back in her room, she realized the burning pain on her arm and was shocked to find she was scalded, hurriedly instructing the maid to get ice for the swelling.
Outside the study, the maid quietly cleaned up.
Inside, Qin Feng continued to report to Xi Yemo.
"Young Master, we couldn't track the car."
Qin Feng lowered his head, feeling like his whole body had plunged into an ocean, with a storm raging above him.
