Two days later, Ye Liangyan was focusing intently on her class.
Suddenly, her phone in her pocket vibrated slightly.
She glanced down and a hint of surprise flickered through her eyes.
The text message was from Mr. Jiang.
"I'm at home right now, feeling a bit unwell, can you come over?"
Ye Liangyan paused for two seconds, then replied.
"I'm in class."
There was no response from the other end.
But she was still a bit worried, so she sent another message.
"What's wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
After waiting a while, she finally received a reply.
"When does your class end?"
"..." Biting her lip in thought for a moment, she lightly tapped her fingers, "Eleven thirty."
A quick response came from the other side.
"I'll wait for you at home."
"..." Did that mean he still wanted her to go?
Three dark lines appeared on Ye Liangyan's forehead.
If he was feeling unwell, why did he insist she come over? She wasn't a doctor!
