Shangguan Zhixing poured two cups of boiled water over.
Sikong Lingge picked it up, took a sip, and re-entered the topic, "Zhixing, Shangguan Rui's body..."
"By the way, how is my brother doing today? Is he okay? Where is he now? You run over alone, won't my brother look for you?" Shangguan Zhixing suddenly interrupted her.
"It's much better. He's resting in the garden now, and I'll let the servant watch it." Sikong Lingge replied subconsciously.
When I came to my senses, I found that I was taken away by Shangguan Zhixing.
His face was frozen, and he was not ready to go around the circle. He directly expressed his questions, "Zhixing, are you hiding something from me?"
"Lingge... Why did you suddenly ask this?" Shangguan Zhixing's expression slightly stopped and then returned to normal.
Sikong Lingge's eyes stared at Shangguan Zhixing tightly, without missing her subtle expression change.
"There is something wrong with Shangguan Rui's health, right?" Sikong Lingge said affirmatively.
"What are you talking about? My brother just had a cold and a fever, how could there be any problems?" Shangguan Zhixing replied, but his voice was a little weak.
She never expected that Sikong Lingge would come over and ask herself this question.
For a moment, I was a little stunned and didn't know how to react.