This really is "when it rains, it pours"!
Someone stomped their feet, murmuring, "What should we do now?"
Others rushed to the people supporting Mr. Wen, shouting, "Pinch the philtrum! Pinch the philtrum! Wake him up before we talk."
And some suggested from the side, "Shouldn't we go and get a doctor? If something bad happens, it'll be troubling!"
The garden had turned into a mess.
No one paid any attention to Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong.
Standing beside the Taihu Lake Rockery, Song Jiyun stretched her neck to look at Mr. Wen, who was being pinched on the philtrum, and couldn't help nudging Yuan Yunzhong with her elbow, whispering, "He won't actually be in trouble, will he?"
Yuan Yunzhong, with his arms folded, leaned against the Taihu Lake Rockery and said, "Did I say anything wrong?"
"Of course not!" Song Jiyun immediately replied.
"Well, that settles it!" Yuan Yunzhong said lazily, "If he can't take frank advice, what does it have to do with us?"
