Qian Yikun pretended not to see it.
Mo Fei gritted her teeth but could not throw a tantrum at Qian Yikun's mother.
Fortunately, the Qian family's designated doctor had arrived. He first measured Mo Fei's body temperature. Eventually, she needed to be put on a drip. Otherwise, it might worsen into pneumonia.
Mo Fei refused to get an IV drip. She felt like her body had become a lot more fragile recently. Ever since she was almost beaten to death by Ye Cong, her body had not recovered.
"Qian Yikun, I don't do injections." Mo Fei growled in a voice that was not threatening at all.
"It's impossible not to get an injection when you're sick," Qian Yikun's mother interjected, not allowing Mo Fei to refuse. "You're still young, so it's best to eradicate the illness completely. An injection won't hurt, be a good girl—"
Mo Fei, "..."
Did both the mother and son speak the same way?
