Xiang Aofeng mused in his heart, "Yimo, oh Yimo, did your health suddenly improve because of a fleeting recovery, or is it that you've never been sick at all?"
"Yimo, aren't you afraid that he will expose you?" Zhong Lingling looked up at Xiang Yimo.
She felt so sorry for this man.
Because she knew that at this moment, Xiang Yimo's heart ached more than anyone else's.
When even his own brother treated him like this, who could feel at ease?
"He wouldn't dare!" said Xiang Yimo lightly.
He furrowed his brow, lifted Zhong Lingling into the chair in the study, and checked her all over, leaving her slightly befuddled.
Was this man worried about her?
Thinking of how Xiang Yimo had beaten Xiang Aofeng while warning him that she was his woman, Zhong Lingling's face flushed red in an instant.
She even found it a bit difficult to look directly at the man who usually never acted seriously in front of her!
Honestly, the way Xiang Yimo fought just now was so MANLY, so cool!