Ji Weitian's voice was not loud, just murmuring.
Except for Qin Nanyu, the others couldn't hear what she was saying.
A second ago, Qin Nanyu was so choked up from her distant response that he couldn't speak.
The next second, seeing her initiate closeness, a sly light flickered in his dark eyes as he leaned toward her.
He reached out and grabbed her hand from his forehead, squeezing out a weak expression.
"My head's a bit dizzy, might be a low-grade fever, but it's okay, I can handle it, you go take care of your friend first."
His words were firm, and although Ji Weitian saw he seemed uncomfortable, with Leng Jian present, she didn't say anything more.
Qin Nanyu may be illness playacting, but in front of others, he probably still cares a lot about his image.
If people knew that the president of Qin Technology Group was a man who could be knocked over by a breeze, it would seriously affect the group's image.
