"Dummy, stop right there," Li Xiaohuan shouted from afar.
Ye Xiong had already run out of sight.
Carrying the grabbed medicine, Ye Xiong ran towards Li Xiangxiang's room in Group Two and quickly arrived at her door, just as she was preparing to come out.
Li Xiangxiang was quite petite, just over one meter sixty. Although she was short and didn't appear thin, it was because she had a small frame, which made her look almost like Ye Xiong's sister, Ye Yangyang.
Her complexion wasn't very good, and she would occasionally cough. It was unclear whether she had caught a cold or had a cough to begin with, but she looked very frail, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
"Ade, have you bought the medicine?" Li Xiangxiang asked softly.
Just like her, Li Xiangxiang's voice was soft and weak, giving off a breathless feeling, very gentle, as if it could warm one's heart.
