...
When Lan Xu arrived at Yan Cheng's room, the door wasn't fully closed.
Just as she was pondering this, a man's voice came from inside.
"Young Master Cheng, you really should take off your shirt and let me examine your injuries."
Listening to the voice, Lan Xu hesitated for a moment, then carefully pushed the door open just a crack and peeked inside.
Yan Cheng was seated on the sofa, and beside him stood a doctor carrying a medical kit, along with two servants, urging him to get his injuries checked.
"I said it's fine, leave," Yan Cheng replied indifferently, waving his hand dismissively.
At that, Lan Xu couldn't help but knock on the door lightly.
"Young Master Cheng."
...
The moment her voice echoed through the room, Yan Cheng's body, still lounging on the sofa, tensed slightly.
On that strikingly handsome face of his, an uncharacteristic trace of panic appeared.
He turned his gaze, only to see Lan Xu already walking inside, coming to his side.
