Wen Ting suddenly grabbed Qi Yue's hand, whispering, "I...I'm fine. I'm leaving first, can you ask Lan Ya for a leave for me this afternoon?"
"Tingting, you have a fever. Let me take you to the hospital. Your forehead is burning." Qi Yue said with concern.
Wen Ting pushed his hand away, managed to crack a smile and said, "You handle the bill. I'll be fine. Just ask for the day off for me. It's an old sickness, doesn't matter. I'll leave first." With that, she handed Qi Yue a hundred-yuan bill, got up and staggered towards the exit.
Just as Qi Yue was about to follow her, the waiter stopped him, "Sir, please settle the bill first."
