Su Nian nestled in the warmth of the quilt. Although the stomach pain didn't subside immediately, lying down felt much more comfortable, and her ice-cold feet gradually warmed up.
Su Nian didn't want to bother with anything else. Right now, nothing was more comforting than not having stomach pain, so she adjusted her position and lay comfortably in bed.
It seemed like she practically lived here; everything was complete, and the pillow even bore his scent.
While Su Nian was savoring the moment, she heard a commotion outside the door. Without needing to guess, she knew the loud female voice belonged to Shen Hanxiu's mother.
It sounded like she had already barged in. Su Nian heard the secretary's apologetic voice, "Sorry, President Shen..."
It seemed Shen Hanxiu made some gesture to interrupt her apology, cutting off the voice abruptly, and then Deng Tonglian's voice was heard.