บท 107: Worry too much

He Zeqing glanced at Song Chengfeng for a moment, hesitating before he spoke. Song Chengfeng, noticing how He Zeqing kept opening and closing his mouth but said nothing, finally asked, "What's wrong?"

He took a brief glance at his friend before turning his attention back to Qi Jianyi, who was being pulled along by three teenagers.

He Zeqing fell into step beside him, finally deciding to speak. "Jianyi and I had a fight earlier. She was coughing a lot, and we were all really worried about her. So, don't pay any attention to those three brats—just keep an eye on her."

As soon as He Zeqing mentioned Qi Jianyi's condition, Song Chengfeng's step faltered. His body stiffened, his concern evident. "Was it bad?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

He Zeqing, oblivious to his friend's discomfort, shook his head lightly. "She's fine now. After a while, she felt better. But my family's worried that she might faint or something."