Her voice was unpleasant, her throat rasping with a coarse edge.
Li Shengxiao recognized immediately that her throat was hurt from coughing.
He felt a bit of a headache but was also somewhat helpless, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have joked with you. Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
Rong Yan was taken aback, staring blankly at him, "Hospital?"
"There's no need, right? It's just discomfort in my throat, it'll be fine in a while, no need to specifically rush to the hospital, it's too troublesome."
Li Shengxiao grasped her hand, his attitude firm, "Let's go to the hospital first and then we'll talk!"
"But Little Baby is almost out of school..."
His eyes were deep-set, and even simple loungewear exuded a commanding presence that others couldn't match, "Hospital first."
"..."
"Don't you like playing music? For someone who plays music, their voice is the most important!"
Playing music?
Rong Yan was startled.
There was a sense of disorientation.
