She didn't need Xie Zhang to say he loved her in person; knowing was enough for her to feel content. For many people, that is all they seek in their entire lives...
The next day, Xie Zhang personally took An Jiayi to the company.
The young master was rarely considerate, asking warmly about her well-being during the ride and talking a lot.
An Jiayi, however, was distracted. She replied with a few "Mm-hms," but her gaze was fixed outside the window.
Xie Zhang frowned and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
"The medicine still has side effects." An Jiayi paused, then explained, "My stomach hurts a bit."
Xie Zhang pulled An Jiayi's arm, forcing her to turn and face him, and only then did he see her pale and frail face.
He couldn't help but be shocked, and his tone became urgent and harsh: "If you are feeling unwell, why didn't you say anything!"
"I have classes today," An Jiayi said. "I didn't go last time, and I can't be late today!"
