An Ziqi turned to look at Xiao Moli, but unexpectedly saw him leaning back in his seat, his face pale and covered in beads of sweat that were steadily dripping down.
She immediately asked in concern, "Xiao Moli, what's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yining stopped smiling and looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine," Xiao Moli replied, furrowing his brow.
"You say you're fine, but your face is pale."
An Ziqi, worried about his stubborn nature, wiped the sweat off his forehead and urged the driver.
"Zero, drive to the hospital quickly."
"No need."
Xiao Moli refused, seeing An Ziqi's genuine concern, he turned his head and whispered.
"I just didn't eat breakfast this morning and my stomach hurts a bit."
"Did you rush to the school straight after landing?"
"Yes."
"Has your stomach been hurting for a while?"
"Yes."
"Are you a fool? Why didn't you say anything sooner?" An Ziqi glared at him reproachfully.
"You guys want to be number one," Xiao Moli muttered as a reply.
