"Xiao Yue, why is your face so red?" Tang Mingli let Wei Jiajia push him out of the hospital room in his wheelchair, and just as they left the room, they saw Tang Yue walking over from the corridor with her cheeks as red as ripe red apples.
"Uncle, why are you out here?" Tang Yue looked at Tang Mingli with surprise.
She had run down from the upstairs, and after Mo Siyu asked her that question, she had shamelessly turned tail and fled.
At this moment, she could even hear her heart thumping wildly, beating like a drum, as if it would leap out of her chest.
"Weren't you going to see Si Yu?" Tang Mingli eyed her with suspicion and asked with some concern, "You're not feeling unwell anywhere, are you?"
Sitting in the wheelchair, Tang Mingli's legs were fine, but walking could easily tear his wound.
"Let me check." Before Tang Yue could react, Wei Jiajia's slightly cool hand had already reached for Tang Yue's forehead; her forehead wasn't particularly hot, only her cheeks were.
