Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Mu Xingfeng hugged her tightly and asked anxiously, "What’s wrong?"

An Ran shook her head vigorously while blinking her eyes hard, as if trying to shake her head clear, but it only made things worse. Her dizziness increased.

"I don’t know, my head is so dizzy, worse than being drunk."

An Ran blinked her big eyes and looked at Mu Xingfeng pitifully.

Mu Xingfeng frowned, helped the little girl to lie down on the bed, touched her forehead with one hand, and felt his own forehead with the other. There was no temperature difference, it wasn’t a fever, then why was she dizzy?

At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a medical kit said breathlessly, "Young Master Mu, is it a relapse of the gunshot wound?"

Mu Xingfeng glanced disdainfully at Yuan Ye’s disheveled appearance and said, "Knock next time."

Yuan Ye looked at the door he was holding and then at Mu Xingfeng. He had always come this way before, and Young Master Mu had never minded.

While thinking this, he heard Mu Xingfeng speak again, "Come here, check her. She’s always dizzy."

Yuan Ye then noticed there was another person in the room, lying on Young Master Mu’s bed. More importantly, the person on the bed was a young and delicate girl.

It’s no wonder he was oblivious. Not only had no woman ever come into Mu’s villa, even the servants were all men.

So, when he received the call, his first thought was Mu’s gunshot wound needing his attention, hence he didn’t look around much upon entering.

Seeing Mu Xingfeng’s face full of worry, the gossip fire in Yuan Ye’s heart burned fiercely.