"Care about me?" Nan Xia's expression was utterly indifferent, showing utter disbelief.
"Yes, it's the first time I've seen Mr. Feng care so much about someone."
Nan Xia took a clip from her bag and casually gathered her hair at the back, speaking coldly, "I'm just the Feng Family's family doctor, no need for excessive concern."
After she spoke, she closed the door and walked to the next room.
He Zheng hesitated as he watched her retreating figure, his expression becoming increasingly complex.
Nan Xia like this, it doesn't seem like she has any interest in Feng Jingxuan.
...
In the kitchen.
Nan Xia skillfully prepared medicinal meals for Chenchen, and soon, a faint aroma spread through the air.
"Dr. Matilda, I need to use the restroom. Please take this cup of coffee to Mr. Feng," the aunt said, pointing to the black coffee in front of her.
"Okay." Nan Xia nodded.