Rong Chan'er chatted with them for a while, but Song Hai still hadn't arrived. She was a little anxious.
She also felt a little hot at this moment and dizzy when she stood up.
"Oh dear. Miss Rong Chan'er, are you okay?"
"I feel a little dizzy."
A man went up to support her. He saw that her cheeks were red, and her eyes dazed. She looked quite seductive.
"Miss Chan'er, where are you feeling unwell? Do you need my help?"
Rong Chan'er saw the man touch her face in an unruly manner and tried to push him away. Instead, she fell onto the sofa.
She said with a frown, "B*stard, how dare you touch me? When Song Hai gets here, I'll ask him to take care of you!"
"You still want him to take care of me? Rong Chan'er, you think too much. We're the ones who are taking care of you now!"
"What, what do you mean?"