When they looked back, Shen Lingxi was standing at the door of the guest room. She stood there quietly, as thin as a breeze could blow her away, which made people feel sore.

"Sister Lingxi, your injury is still not healed, you can't get out of bed and walk, go to bed and lie down." Qin leran rushed to support Shen Lingxi.

"I'm fine." Shen Lingxi held Qin lelan's hand and patted it lightly. "Can I have a word with Nan Zhai?"