"Sister Nanzhi..."
Seeing that the young boy was embarrassed, Nanzhi stopped teasing him and focused only on the condition of Miss Zeng.
"Nana, how are you feeling?" Lady Zeng held her daughter's hand, worrying all over her face.
Her daughter Nana has been weak since childhood, even a slight cold would require a good two months of careful nurturing to recover.
She was angry because she was afraid that her daughter was startled and got hurt.
"Mother, I'm fine now." Miss Zeng spoke softly, looking at her mother's flushed face.
"Are you sure you're fine? Why does your face look so red?" Lord Zeng was also very worried. Seeing his daughter's flushed cheeks, he couldn't help but worry if she was ill again.
"Father, I'm fine." Miss Zeng was a bit shy and sneakily glanced at the people behind her father from inside the cup.