Steward Zhou stopped talking and helped Tong Ran up, "Miss Tong, listen to me, your emotions can't fluctuate greatly when you're pregnant, or it will affect your health in the future..."
Tong Ran nodded. She stood up, walked to the corner by the wall, and leaned against it, "I'll be fine after I rest for a bit."
Her face was deathly pale, almost translucent like paper, which made Chen An feel suppressed. He turned his face away, reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl, "This is cold now, go heat it up again," he handed it to Steward Zhou, "Just warm it a bit."
"Okay, Young Master An."
Steward Zhou held the bowl and headed downstairs. Tong Ran stepped back a bit, her eyes sore and swollen. She raised her hand to support herself, wanting to catch a quick nap.
