Chu Xinian looked at her with compassion, thoughtfully helping her sit up from the bed and feeding her the water in the cup.
Under the premise of illness, past reserve has no significance.
Qin Yiren drank half a cup of water with his help, soothing her dry throat, and helplessly explained, "It's just a small accident."
"You know I don't like any accidents happening to you."
Chu Xinian examined her seriously, unwilling to let her pass it off, and asked with a serious expression, "Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"
Qin Yiren hesitated and pursed her lips, not wanting to explain everything to Chu Xinian.
Moreover, this matter involved Bo Jinghang; it wasn't supposed to be explained.
Chu Xinian frowned at her, "Yi Ren..."
The words were incomplete.
Bo Jinghang pushed open the room door and immediately saw Qin Yiren with a complex expression leaning on the bed, and Chu Xinian standing before her with a water cup.
