A Child in Critical Condition

Wen Xin held the kitten in her arms, gently squeezing its tiny, twitching ears with a slight smile. She seemed to be in a good mood.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Liang Luoyu saw Wen Xin's face. For a moment, he couldn't tell if what Wen Xin said was true or not.

He thought Wen Xin was hard to figure out. Her true words sounded like lies, and she was serious about her lies. It was confusing.

"Let's drop it. You're always bluffing. Talking to you, one can't tell if you're serious or not. I won't ask about your family anymore. Later, when you go to Zhuge Jingming's, remember to get some traditional medicine for me. I think my brain isn't working well, and I need some medicine."

Wen Xin took out her buzzing phone, looked at Liang Luoyu, who seemed a bit annoyed, and smiled lightly. This silly guy finally admitted his brain wasn't right. She found it funny.