Cheng Weiwan didn't reply and continued to eat again.
Her vomiting had been really serious lately, but it all happened in the morning. Maybe it was because she was unstable right now, continuously eating, so she suddenly felt her stomach churning. She hurriedly put the chopsticks down, ran out of the dining room, and rushed into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the window, Han Zhifan lit up a cigarette. Before he could take a drag, he heard some movement and turned his head to catch Cheng Weiwan rushing to the bathroom.
He still hadn't figured out what was wrong with her until he heard the waves of vomiting sounds from the bathroom.
Han Zhifan tightened his grip around his cigarette. Without a second thought, he started to rush over to the bathroom.
Halfway there, Han Zhifan stopped.
She's vomiting so hard, but what does that have to do with me?
