Qing Meng suddenly felt a little embarrassed, how should she answer these words.
“If my words can make Mr. Ye get better right away, I don’t mind saying one sentence every day.” Gwen smiled lightly and seemed extremely sincere.
Ye Jian was amused by Gwen’s words, and then a long cough.
Gwen wanted to step forward to give him smooth air, but he had no position. Fortunately, Uncle Lin, who was guarding the door, heard the movement coming in and gave him smooth air.
Gwen took the quilt on the side and handed it to Uncle Lin, asking him to give Ye Jian a sip to moisturize his throat.
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