Chen Qingqing's face suddenly turned pale, and her breathing became somewhat difficult.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Chen also became a little nervous.
They were having a nice chat, so what happened to Chen Qingqing?
"Quickly, take my medicine out of the bag." Chen Qingqing pointed with trembling fingers at the bag on the sofa.
Ye Chen didn't hesitate, hastily rummaging through the bag for the medicine.
He brought the medicine to Chen Qingqing and then ran to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, handing it to her.
Seeing that after taking the medicine, Chen Qingqing's complexion turned rosier, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close call.
"I'm sorry, Ye Chen. Did I scare you just now?" Chen Qingqing said apologetically.
Ye Chen replied expressionlessly, "Not really, what happened to you just now?"
Chen Qingqing's face looked somewhat calmer as she said, "I've had asthma since I was young. Medication usually controls it, but I don't know what happened today."
