Gong Ting stood in the empty living room. For a moment, he felt a bit confused. The butler came over and quickly took the pastries and coat from his hands. "Miss Xiao Yu is upstairs and seems to be feeling unwell."
Upon hearing this, Gong Ting quickly headed upstairs.
He reached Xiao Yu's room, hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and went in.
The room was dimly lit, and he could vaguely make out a small rise in the center of the bed. He quickly walked over to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp. On the bed, Xiao Yu's face was pale. Sweat had soaked her sideburns, making her look as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
Her brows were tightly knit, and her lips turned white from pain.
Gong Ting was startled. He sat on the bed and placed his hand on her forehead. His palm was damp, and he frowned, softly calling her name, "Su Yu, Su Yu, wake up."
