Give Me a Straightforward Answer

Yan Zhiqing didn't know why, but she had the feeling that it might be Wei Wucai who came over.

She pulled the pillow off her face and picked up her phone to have a look.

Ultimately, she read the WeChat text message from Wei Wucai that she didn't want to read earlier.

"Your cold medicine is still here. Are you coming over to take it, or am I bringing it over to you?" Wei Wucai said.

Yan Zhiqing thought about it and replied, "I'll just call a delivery service to bring it here. I won't go over to get it, and you don't have to bring it here."

Just as Yan Zhiqing sent the message, the doorbell rang again.

This time, it was accompanied by Wei Wucai's voice calling out from just outside the door.

"Zhiqing, I've brought your medicine over," Wei Wucai said from outside the door.

Yan Zhiqing's pulse suddenly raced violently.

She sat up slowly and then walked over to the door.