Ningzhiyuan listens to Nie Mingyu's words and doesn't focus on them. His brows and heart are locked tightly. He threatens coldly: "speak human words! Say the point! "

Nie Mingyu sighed and knew that it was enough. After all, Li Jiaren was still ill.

"well, I mean, the little girl is ill in my home now. She doesn't eat dinner or take medicine. She won't let Xiaoqian tell you."

"sick? OK? Is it serious? "

Ning Zhiyuan's heart was immediately raised. Didn't he leave in the morning well? Why is it that I haven't seen you for more than ten hours, so I'm sick?

Nie Mingyu knew that Li Jia...