Chapter 93 I’ll let you know what it’s like to live in hell

It seemed that Ye Sichen was busy and tired. He disguised himself to come here. Standing behind Xia Nuan, he was worried.

Lying on the bed, Song Kuncheng couldn’t help tugging at Xia Nuan’s arm and whispered to her, “Mr. Ye is coming.”

He didn’t know the true relationship between them and thought that Xia Nuan was Ye Sichen’s cousin.

Tucking up the quilt for Song Kuncheng, Xia Nuan began to peel the fruit and lowered her head down without looking back.

Song Kuncheng frowned and reminded Xia Nuan again. Xia Nuan stopped peeling and handed the fruit to Song Kuncheng. Then she turned around and faced Ye Sichen.

Uncle Xiang held a bunch of flowers and tonics in his hands. He put them on the bedside table. They were the gifts that Ye Sichen bought for Song Kuncheng personally.

Xia Nuan went out. Ye Sichen followed her.

Although there were protective measures outside, the typhoon still blew presumpt