The aunt watched from the side and quickly stepped forward to pat her back: "Are you okay, Young Madam?"
Qin Mu held her chest with one hand, leaned on the table, and waved the other hand, just wanting to find a hole to crawl into.
"What's wrong?"
A familiar voice approached, and Qin Mu started coughing even more fiercely.
The aunt stepped back, and Mu Yichen went forward to smooth her back: "What's going on? Drinking some sweet water and yet making a big deal out of it!"
With just this sentence, Qin Mu, although still nervous, didn't feel as tense as when she first heard he returned.
Qin Mu raised her hand slightly and softly said: "Okay! You don't need to pat anymore!"
Though her voice was soft, Mu Yichen heard it clearly, pulled the chair next to her, and sat down facing her: "Just got up?"
Just got up?
Qin Mu thought to herself, this sounds awful, like I'm so lazy.
"I've been up for a while!"
Qin Mu said softly, continuing to lower her head to drink the soup.
