Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at him. "You don't recognize me anymore?"
Wei Ting's eyes were filled with confusion. "Miss is…"
Wei Liulang was dozing.
When Ghostfear and Su Mo heard the commotion in the house, they stood up and walked into the house.
Wei Liulang was suddenly woken up by the wind brought by their sleeves. He leaned back and slid to the ground.
He wiped his sleepy face and chased after his brother and Su Mo. "W-What's going on? Is Little Seven awake?"
Su Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged on the bed and rested her chin on one hand as she looked at Wei Ting thoughtfully.
As Wei Ting opened his eyes, his face was weak and pale.
The moment the three of them entered the house, Wei Ting was stunned.
Before the three of them could start asking, they vaguely sensed that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little strange.
Su Mo came to the bed and asked his sister, "What's wrong?"
