Nan Yu put down her chopsticks, looked up at them, and surveyed them with a curious gaze.
Just as Qi Ming was about to speak, Xu Qi unexpectedly reached out, swiftly hid his right hand holding the camera in a dark corner.
Then, stepping forward and standing in front of him, he preemptively said, "Old Madam, I was just asking Qi Ming how he has been taking care of the Young Madam recently."
Qi Ming, confused, turned his head and saw Xu Qi making a gesture with his eyes from a place hidden from view, as if he was saying—
"Don't tell the Young Madam, otherwise the photos won't come out natural!"
Qi Ming suddenly understood and, like a schoolboy caught in the act, hid the camera even deeper behind his back.
"Old Madam, I was just discussing with Housekeeper Xu that the Young Madam has been frequently ill and running high fevers recently. If you hadn't come today, she wouldn't have been able to eat at all."
By the end of his statement, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.
