"Symptoms?" Hearing these two words coming from Chen Wei's mouth, Liu Mi instantly lost her composure.
She stretched out both hands, grabbed Chen Wei's shoulders, and asked urgently, "What do you mean by that? Is President Su sick? Is it serious?"
Without waiting for Chen Wei to answer, Liu Mi withdrew her hands, cupped her cheeks, and with a pessimistic expression, she muttered, "It's all my fault, if I had noticed earlier, maybe I could have treated it sooner. Now it's probably too late for modern medicine to cure alone, it won't leave a lifelong impact, will it..."
Seeing her wild speculations, Chen Wei could tell that Liu Mi was genuinely worried about Su Yumei.
"Hahaha..."
However, her misunderstanding and subsequent worry were indeed amusing, and Chen Wei couldn't hold back his laughter.
Hearing the laughter by her ear, Liu Mi gave him a reproachful look, "What are you laughing at? Is something like this funny?"
