Gongxi Heng awkwardly cleared his throat, wanting to remind Huahua to be mindful of her image, but Chen Cuihua paid him no mind. Finally, he could only offer an apologetic smile towards Zhang Fengmei, "Please don't mind."
Zhang Fengmei looked around, only to feel that after having just sent off Huo Beijiang, another thick-skinned person had arrived.
"Sister Chen, am I not fine? Please don't worry, really, it's nothing."
"How can you be fine after falling from the second floor? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Chen Cuihua wiped her nose, lightly tapping Nan Fei's smooth, white forehead.
"Ouch! That hurts." Nan Fei purposely teased Chen Cuihua, causing her face to turn pale and she rushed over to check.
"Let me see, show me quickly, I did not even use much strength, how could it hurt you?"
"Concussion, I'm still feeling a bit fuzzy now!" Afraid of scaring her, Nan Fei pretended to take it lightly.