"...I won't come to see you during this time, lest I infect you. You should also be careful yourself."
Having finished speaking, Zhao Yun didn't wait for He Liyi's response and directly hung up the phone.
Guilty He Liyi hadn't noticed Zhao Yun's odd behavior; instead, she sighed in relief.
Her heart had leapt into her throat just now, for fear that her son would suspect her.
Fortunately, her son was at an age when his constitution was strong. As long as he recovered, he wouldn't be infected again.
On this end.
Pei Ziheng analyzed to Zhao Yun: "Even if those medicines weren't for her, she definitely came into contact with tuberculosis patients. Yet she deliberately concealed it from you, which can only mean she has a guilty conscience."
"Shut up!"
After shouting, Zhao Yun suddenly realized whom he had yelled at—it was Pei Ziheng.
Thinking about the cruel and ruthless ways Pei Ziheng dealt with people, he instantly felt a chill on his neck.