"Young master."
Old Chen called out.
Huo Xingzhou handed a bottle of opened mineral water to Qiao Xi, "Rinse your mouth first."
Without raising her head, Qiao Xi took the mineral water and rinsed her mouth.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were misty, with physiological tears almost overflowing.
"Towel."
Huo Xingzhou stretched out his slender fingers and handed her a towel.
Qiao Xi wiped the corner of her lips and finally calmed down. She looked at Huo Xingzhou with red eyes, a bit hoarse, "Why are you here?"
"I heard something happened here, brought you some stuff."
"I'm fine."
Qiao Xi glanced around at the noisy surroundings, lowering her voice, "Just a bit of pregnancy nausea."
She couldn't control this physiological reaction.
Huo Xingzhou's hand rested on her back, gently soothing her: "The child is being naughty, bothering the mother."
"It's my constitution problem, why blame the child." Hearing this, Qiao Xi couldn't help but smile.
