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"Perhaps."
He said faintly.
Qin Mu, noticing the weakness in his voice, couldn't help but lift her gaze to him, "After finishing the meal, let Xiaomei accompany you to the hospital."
"Does Xiaomei have nothing to do today?"
He asked in a low voice, looking at the breakfast with little appetite.
"She can be free, but if you want her to be busy, then she will be."
After helping him sit down, Xiaomei stood by his side, knowing he might disdain her, her tone a bit stubborn and sad.
Qin Mu couldn't help but give a low chuckle, "You're free today, I know."
Xiaomei looked at her gratefully, almost trembling with her smile.
Jian Yan didn't speak, knowing Qin Mu wanted to set him up with Xiaomei, but this kind of thing...
"I don't need anyone here, by the way, how is your drawing coming along?"
He asked, taking a sip of the porridge.
"I finished it last night before leaving work. I originally wanted to have you check it today, but you fell ill."