C275 Stomachache

Without giving it much thought, Kang Nianan threw down the mop and rushed out. He saw that Ming Jingyan's brows were tightly knitted, and his hands were tightly caressing his stomach.

"Mingyan, what's wrong?!" He didn't think much about it. Kang Nianan stood in front of his desk, his face pale. He looked in so much pain that it made his heart clench for some reason