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When Xiaoxiao returned to the hotel with a pile of things, she didn't see Song Jia.

"Has President Song left?" After putting down the things, Xiaoxiao walked to the bed. Seeing that Lu Zhen's face was not so pale, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Lu Zhen buried her head in the blanket and replied gloomily, "Yes, he should be gone."

Seeing that Lu Zhen was not in a good state, Xiaoxiao asked worriedly, "Are you still feeling unwell? Do you want to take painkillers?"

Lu Zhen shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm just a little tired."

"Alright, then rest for a while. I'll make chicken soup for you today." Xiaoxiao didn't think too much about it and closed the door.

The room fell silent. After a while, Lu Zhen lifted the blanket, took the phone, and opened the chat box.

Should she say something to Song Jia? Forget it. Saying anything now would only make the two of them feel even more awkward.