Ye Sichen listened to what Mi Ke’er had said without any expression. The coldness in his eyes could freeze Mi Ke’er.

At this moment, Ye Sichen looked indifferent. Apparently, he had no feelings for Xia Nuan.

“Mi Ke’er, don’t worry too much. She won’t die.” Ye Sichen stood up slowly, saying with a hoarser voice.

Mi Ke’er bit her lips and looked at Ye Sichen, “Sir, I don’t know if I can speak something.”

Seeing Ye Sichen ...