"She has always had gastric problems," Gu Xifeng said honestly.
"You don't have to say such things now!" Feng Feifei stopped him.
Hua Cuo frowned and thought for a while. "All of our guesses are useless. Let's go to the hospital tomorrow and wait for her check-up results."
Lin Yu had already taken out a container of self-heating instant hotpot. He opened it, stirred it with his chopsticks, and smacked his lips as he said, "This is really the greatest invention in the world. The delicious food can be heated up and eaten at any time."
"Lin Stone!" Feng Feifei shouted angrily. "Su Bei is about to die, yet you still have the mood to eat hotpot?"
"Even if Su Bei is seriously ill, I know she'll happily tell me, 'Lin Stone, even if I die, you have to live happily.' If something really happens to Su Bei, I'll starve myself to death. Let's see if she can rest in peace then."
"You'll be stuffed to death!" Feng Feifei pouted.
