On the other end of the line, Shen Qingyue heard a muffled thud, and then the call was abruptly disconnected. When she called back, the voicemail informed her that the person's phone was switched off. Did they break their phone? She hoped they were okay...
Chen Ying did not notice her phone screen had gone dark. Meeting Chen Song's gaze, she quietly buried her head again, embarrassed and wiping her nosebleed.
Chen Song crouched down, helping her back onto the bed, his brow furrowed. "How did you fall? Are you dizzy? Where did you fall?"
Chen Ying shook her head, remaining silent and avoiding eye contact.
Recognizing her resistance to him, Chen Song stepped back and maintained some distance. He handed her two tissues. "Let's go downstairs for dinner. Mom and Dad are waiting for you."
