Xiahou Xiyue shrank her neck, feeling that she had made a mistake, and quickly made up for it: "That's not what I meant, so don't get angry with me."
"Humph." Duanmu Xiu snorted coldly, then turned to Xiang Nan, who was standing quietly beside him, and ordered: "Go and tell the cook to make some anti-abortion soup for Madam."
