Jiang Zhou did not have time to see who it was. He held his forehead and darted around the ward.
As he ran around, he yelled, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much! Who is it! My god, it hurts so much!"
Lu Ning laughed at his behavior.
Song Qinghe ignored him and turned around to look at Lu Ning.
"Are you feeling better?"
Lu Ning nodded. "Much better. Why didn't you give me a call before you came?"
Song Qinghe looked at her. "Will you tell us the truth if we called? Better for us to come down and see what's going on personally."
Lu Ning pouted. "Am I that untrustworthy?"
Song Qinghe was merciless. "Yes."
Jiang Zhou skipped over. "If you lie to us again, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fishes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a steely gaze landed on him. It was cold and heartless, and he knew who it was without even looking.
Jiang Zhou did not dare to look. He covered his head and hopped away.
