Lin Xiangwan rose to her feet and looked at the person coming in. "Who let you in?"
Xu Feng'e glanced at the open door. "The old lady told me to call you down, she has something to say to you!"
Lin Xiangwan, weakly propping herself up, blinked. "Okay, I understand, cough cough..."
"Oh, you're really sick, aren't you? How did you suddenly fall ill? Usually, you pretend to be as tough as a bull!" Xu Feng'e pretended to look worried, but her words were malicious.
Lin Xiangwan smiled. "Don't worry, even if I'm sick, I still have plenty left to deal with people like you, so don't try to provoke me, lest you bring misfortune upon yourself."
"Hmph!"
Xu Feng'e 'hmphed' and left the room.
Lin Xiangwan fell back onto the bed, her eyelids feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open them.
She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but someone was shaking her forcefully, pinching her arm, and pulling her hair.
