A thought made Bai Ling's face turn as red as a glowing hot iron.
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei's pale face, clearly not feigned, she let go of her wild thoughts.
"Xiaowei, are you hurt? Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
Seeing Bai Ling asking again, Newton became anxious.
"Bai Ling, since Xiaowei says he's fine, don't keep asking. He was the one chasing and fighting those hooligans earlier, and he wasn't even injured. He's probably just tired from the fighting. We should quickly find a hotel and let him rest."
Newton carried Zhang Xiaowei on his back and hurried to hail a cab to find a nearby hotel.
Bai Ling, unsure of what exactly was wrong with Zhang Xiaowei and wanting to take care of him, reluctantly booked a standard room.
After settling them in, Newton asked, "Bai Ling, why don't you and Weiwei stay at my place? I can stay here to take care of Xiaowei. If you don't want to go, we can book another room."
At these words, Bai Ling shook her head repeatedly.
