However, Feng Ling did not move. She only glanced at Carrie and said indifferently, "It's fine. It's good that you can hear me from here. If there's anything you need me to do, I'll go in immediately. I can't do it now."
"What? Uncle Mona and I didn't chase you out. Why are you throwing a tantrum?" Carrie glared at her unhappily.
Feng Ling finally looked at Carrie's face: "Didn't you say that he would only become unstable when he sees me?"
Carrie rolled her eyes. "He hasn't woken up yet. His body is too weak, and he coughed so much blood. He's probably still far from fully conscious. Go in and hide from the rain first. It won't be too late to come out after the rain stops and his clothes are dry."
Feng Ling glanced at her again. Carrie's umbrella was already above her head. She said impatiently, "If you don't go in, I won't care!"
Just as she finished speaking, Feng Ling moved forward.
