"Don't worry, Mr. Bao is fine now." Assistant Lin observed the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Miss An's mind was simple, and her unease was written all over her face.
Assistant Lin suddenly felt that Mr. Bao's unrequited feelings finally received some response, yet thinking of the current situation, a bit of worry still crossed Assistant Lin's relieved face.
Yesterday, the old Madam Bao stayed by Mr. Bao's bedside, looking extremely unwell, hinting through her words that she wanted to see Miss An.
"I'm not worried about him." An Yin lowered her head guiltily.
"I misspoke." Assistant Lin immediately added.
After all, she was still officially Bao Cheng's girlfriend, wasn't she? Indeed, what he said was inappropriate.
Even if someone were worried about Mr. Bao, it should be Bao Cheng, not Bao Cheng's girlfriend.
Thinking of this, Assistant Lin had a headache.
On the way, the rain intensified, and the car speed slowed down accordingly.
