Zhang Ling held back the urge to pull her into his arms, asking softly, "An'an, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Qiao An shook her head. "No, I'm just... tired."
Zhang Ling unconsciously clenched his fists, his tone strained. "Are you really unhurt? Let me take you to the second floor for a check-up, you—"
Chapter 140