Lin Ruan immediately went over to help him, pretending to be concerned and anxious, and asked, "Chengfeng, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Chengfeng shook off her hand, steadied himself, and squinted at her, but the look in his eyes was the opposite of the heat in his body, very cold.
"Are you plotting against me?"
Lin Ruan's heart skipped a beat, then she shook her head, "Plotting? Chengfeng, what are you talking about?"
Wei Chengfeng scoffed, struggling to calm himself down, then started to walk outside.
However, his steps were unsteady as if he had lost his footing.
Lin Ruan chased after him again, no longer caring about appearances, supporting him, "Chengfeng, what exactly is making you feel unwell? Shall we go to the hospital?"
Wei Chengfeng wanted to shake her off again, but at this moment his strength seemed to have been drained from his body in an instant and he couldn't muster any.
