"Okay, I'll make the call," Old Meng immediately headed toward the telephone.
He had absolute faith in Chiang Xiao.
Moreover, Meng Chaojun's complexion really did look terrible.
"Chaojun, I used to massage you before..." If it weren't for Chiang Xiao speaking up about finding a doctor first, Duan Qingqing certainly wouldn't have stopped Meng Chaojun from seeing a doctor, but now that it was Chiang Xiao's suggestion, she felt compelled to contradict just for the sake of argument. If she really listened to Chiang Xiao, wouldn't that be a loss of face for her?
Meng Chaojun wanted to comfort her, but a wave of dizziness hit him, and he couldn't speak for a moment.
At this moment, Duan Qingqing took his arm and tugged, "I better help you upstairs first. I'll be gentle. You just relax and sleep, and when you wake up, you'll feel better."
With her tugging, Meng Chaojun, already in the throes of dizziness and unable to stand firmly, crashed down towards the ground.
"Chaojun, ah!"
