"What illness does Li Ninghua have?"
Jiang Xingye was indeed concerned about that person, but today he seemed fine. Jiang Xingye mainly worried that if he punched him, Li Ninghua would be done for.
Huanhuan wouldn't allow him to fight.
"He, he, got, got..." Ma Zilan was about to say when a familiar face arrived. If such a secret were to be revealed, and the news spread, how would her son continue living?
"Xiao Ye, you head back first. I'll come find you guys later." Ma Zilan dismissed Jiang Xingye.
"No need, don't come looking for us."
Jiang Xingye walked away, and Ma Zilan didn't take his words to heart. Whether she would look for him wasn't something he could decide.
Jiang Xingye came back and sat beside Xu Qinghuan. She asked, "What did she want with you?"
"Nothing much, she didn't have time to say." Jiang Xingye lifted his hand to gently touch Xu Qinghuan's hanging braid, "Do you want to take a nap?"
