At seven o'clock, Mrs. Pei knocked on the hospital room door on time.
After entering, a chill hit her, and Mrs. Pei immediately furrowed her brows.
Her gaze swept over Song Weiyi for a second before she stepped in.
"What temperature do you have the air conditioning set to? It's so cold. Do you think it's funny to joke about your own health?"
Upon hearing this, Song Weiyi blinked innocently and couldn't say that she didn't have any issues with her health at the moment.
However, Song Weiyi didn't talk back or speak directly, just silently lowering her eyes with a look of deep sorrow.
She was internally conflicted to the extreme. This was a genuine chance to improve her acting skills—if she could hold out for a week, she probably would have no trouble entering the entertainment industry.
Mrs. Pei, seeing her like this, couldn't bring herself to say anything else, taking it that Song Weiyi was just distressed from losing her child and deciding not to bring it up.