Qiao An's face was cold and somber, her gaze carrying a weighty burden.
The doctor realized that he had been tricked!
She knew nothing at all and had been testing him!
"Miss Qiao, you'd better ask Young Master Mu." The doctor didn't dare to tell her privately.
Her condition was already very serious. If discovered any later, it would have been more critical.
"I want you to tell me."
Bam!
The office door was pushed open.
Mu Jingxi, who somehow found his way here, had a terrifyingly gloomy expression, like the calm before the storm, or as if a tsunami was raging about to crash.
Qiao An pursed her lips, the office lighting dazzling her eyes, making them suddenly sting with bitterness. She blinked. "Mu Jingxi, you tell me, what illness do I have?"
"You're fine." Mu Jingxi stepped forward and held her in his arms. "Don't let your imagination run wild."
Is that so?
Was it her imagination, or was it that he wouldn't tell her?
