The moment Song Muyu hung up the phone, her body shook involuntarily several times, and abdominal pain caused more tiny beads of sweat to form on her forehead.
Unable to bear the pain, she bent over to hold her stomach and hobbled to the sofa to sit down.
The door to Qi Yun's room opened.
She peeked inside, and noticing that Song Xun was no longer there, Qi Yun immediately stepped out.
"Miss Song, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Song Muyu shook her head, but her pale face and sweat-covered forehead betrayed her condition.
Qi Yun couldn't help but worry, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's okay!" Song Muyu shook her head again, a smile fluttering across her delicate face, comforting Qi Yun. "This pain is nothing; don't make such a fuss."
"Why are you so polite to him?" Qi Yun couldn't help but get upset, "To be bullied like this and not even fight back, it really breaks my heart to see you like this."