An hour passed, and by the time Tang Feng and his companion left the hospital rooftop, the sky had already darkened.
Both were thoroughly satisfied this time.
Of course, Zheng Chunmei was so unsteady she could barely stand in the elevator. Her legs trembled, and she had to lean on the elevator wall to avoid collapsing.
The medical staff riding with them were puzzled and asked with concern, "Ma'am, are you okay? Your face is so red; are you feeling unwell?"
Zheng Chunmei hurriedly waved her hands, "No... I'm fine. It's just that I squatted for too long and my legs are weak, nothing serious!"
"Oh, as long as you're okay!"
The medical staff nodded.
Tang Feng watched from the side, trying to stifle his laughter.
"You're laughing now, but it's all your fault. You made me so weak I can barely stand!"
Zheng Chunmei whispered sternly into Tang Feng's ear, giving him a fierce glare.
