"Aha! Lin is right, Mr. Su, you can't just let us all worry, after all, you have a sick body, and you can't be willful."
Nangong Li joined in with a laugh. It didn't sound like a big deal, but to Su Yu'an, it was inexplicably irritating.
To blurt out his illness in such a careless manner, it was as if he was reminding him that he couldn't compare with Yin Moran, that he couldn't provide Lin Qian with a sense of security.
His fingers unconsciously curled, Su Yu'an slightly furrowed his brow, his complexion a bit unsightly.
Beside him, Fang Tong had a heart as clear as crystal and instantly picked up on the undertones in Nangong Li's words. She quickly grabbed the teapot and poured Su Yu'an a cup of water, her sexy red lips curling.
"Mr. Su is the kindest person I've ever met, as gentle as jade. How could he bear to worry everyone?"