"I'm lucky he was there, otherwise, I would have been in danger..." Shen Yaxuan replied, oblivious to what Xia Qingtian was thinking, and also failing to notice her unease.
Qingtian's heartbeat quickened, pounding furiously in her chest.
Suppressing the turmoil of emotions within her, she asked with a raspy voice, "Do you know what blood type Jingyan is?"
"O-type," replied Shen Yaxuan.
At his words, Xia Qingtian jerked abruptly, almost spilling the porridge she held.
"What's wrong?" Shen Yaxuan finally noticed the change in her expression and gave her a puzzled look.
Xia Qingtian managed to squeeze out a smile, "Nothing, I suddenly remembered that my grandfather's banquet is about to begin, and I haven't sent out the invitations to the guests yet."
She knew her explanation was weak.
To prevent Shen Yaxuan from probing further, she urged, "Hurry up and eat, you should rest after."
With that, she quickened the pace of feeding him porridge.