270 If Rong Nian is Red_1

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After lunch, the three of them left the restaurant, with Jiang Doudou drowsy in the child safety seat.

Having played all morning, his energy was completely depleted, and he was eager to sleep and recharge.

Jiang Xi glanced at Rong Nian in the passenger seat—tall and long-legged, he seemed somewhat constrained sitting in the cramped MINI car.

"President Rong, where shall I take you?"

Rong Nian's complexion was off. He had returned from a trip to the restroom looking pallid.

Now, under the sunlight, his lips were so pale they were almost blue, as if he had just ingested poison.

He closed his eyes, "The apartment."

Jiang Xi gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at him, "You don't look well, do you want to go to the hospital and get checked out?"

"It's nothing."

Jiang Xi pursed her lips. She couldn't persuade Rong Nian, and she certainly couldn't forcefully take him to the hospital.

She stepped on the accelerator, and the car hurried towards the apartment.