Qiao Chengxun instinctively thought of a bad outcome, "Qingqing, is Meimei's health very bad?"
Bu Qingqing immediately knew what her young master was thinking and comforted him, "Young master, don't worry, the young mistress is in great health. It's not cancer."
Qiao Chengxun was still worried, "I'll call Meimei to check."
After hanging up, Qiao Chengxun immediately called his little woman.
The call connected, and a tired young woman's voice came through, "Qiao King of Hell..."
Qiao Chengxun felt a pang in his chest, "Very tired?"
"Uh, just got back from the hospital, very sleepy."
"What did the doctor say?"
"It's a stomach issue. The doctor asked me to rest well and watch my diet. There are many things I won't be able to eat in the future. I really want barbecue."
"..."
Qiao Chengxun was helpless with her, "Listen to the doctor, don't eat recklessly."
"Mm... I'll sleep now, good night." After saying that, the young woman hung up the phone.
