The room plunged into a prolonged deathly silence.
Wei Zhao frowned.
In his current state, even if he wanted to do something to Yu Tingwan, he couldn't manage it, right?
The answer was obvious.
The girl was surely talking nonsense again.
Wei Zhao tugged at the corner of his mouth, but this time he was too weak to make a sound.
However, Yu Tingwan deciphered it from the shape of his mouth.
———"Are you hinting at me?"
Yu Tingwan: ???
With a delicate and feeble tone.
———"Focus, I'm still ill."
Yu Tingwan: ???
If it were before, she might have followed the topic, opened her mouth, and climbed with sweet words.
But now.
Yu Tingwan stood up, pressing her sore shoulder, about to find Elder Ge to remove the needles.
Yesterday's situation with the crow, Yu Tingwan wouldn't let it go.
As for Fu Meng.
Even if she could summon him, she dared not let the destructive Fu Meng swagger through the alley in broad daylight.
Frightening the neighbors wouldn't be good.
