"Brother Zi Yue, I brought you lunch, it's in the insulated box, you forgot to take it."
Lian Qingqing's soft and gentle voice came from the phone.
Xie Ziyue, who had already left and was on the main road, drove back again.
Just as he arrived on the road to the villa, Xie Ziyue saw a familiar car.
Xie Ziyue stopped his car from a distance and saw Madam Xie and his sister, Xie Ziyao, heading to the villa.
Xie Ziyue's face darkened. After they went inside, he quietly followed them.
Until he saw Xie Ziyao shake off Lian Qingqing, saw Lian Qingqing about to hit the table corner, and then squatting down clutching her stomach, Xie Ziyue dashed inside frantically and said, "Qingqing, are you okay?"
"My stomach hurts."
Lian Qingqing clutched her stomach tightly, her face wrinkled in pain.
Xie Ziyue didn't say a word and picked her up horizontally and ran outside.
