Qin Hai's eyes bulged.
Zeng Rou's eyes also bulged.
Just at that moment, Lin Qingya, who had just reached the doorway, suddenly turned around and walked back to the bedside.
"Hehe, look at my memory, I almost left my phone here!"
Lin Qingya's voice came through, and Qin Hai, who was about to retract his hand, quickly put it back.
Zeng Rou's face turned beet red in an instant, unfortunately caught in the act by Lin Qingya.
"Huh, Rourou, are you really sick? Why did your face suddenly turn so red?" Lin Qingya sat back down by the bed and reached out to touch Zeng Rou's forehead. "It's so hot, do you have a fever?"
Zeng Rou felt like crying. If it were possible, she really wanted to ask Lin Qingya whether she and Qin Hai had connived to pick on her!
But she wouldn't dare ask such a question even if she were given a hundred times the courage, not only that, she was so scared in front of Lin Qingya that she didn't dare to move an inch.
