After vomiting profusely, Zhao Mengmeng's face was ashen, blending in with the snowy white wall beside her.
Song Weiyi, watching this scene, felt squeamish, but no matter if Zhao Mengmeng was willing or not, she took her by the hand, ready to walk her out.
"No way, health comes first, you're going even if you don't want to!" Song Weiyi insisted firmly.
The situation looked even more serious than the vomiting, and without a proper check-up, Song Weiyi couldn't be at ease.
As they turned around, they unexpectedly met the gaze of Lin Miaoyu, who was standing at the door.
Song Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she greeted Lin Miaoyu with an awkward smile, "Auntie, you haven't left yet?"
Speaking of bad luck, why was her auntie waiting here on purpose?
Song Weiyi looked down at Zhao Mengmeng, noticing her expression change upon hearing Lin Miaoyu's name.
"Hmm, I didn't leave," Lin Miaoyu spoke with an eerily calm tone.
