Along the way, Tang Yue watched Lian Qingyang's anxious expression and silently thought to herself, Mom, your daughter-in-law is secured.
"Sister Xiao Yue, I'm fine, just a bit dizzy and weak," Jin Yan said after sitting in the car for a while. Leaning on Tang Yue, she felt a lot better. As her mind gradually cleared, she said, "It's just that the weather turned cold these past few days, and I caught a cold. No worries, I'll be fine after taking some cold medicine."
"Xiao Yan, we're almost at the hospital, so let's have you checked," Tang Yue said with a smile. "Don't worry about things at the studio. Once you've recovered, you can come back to help."
"Rest on my shoulder," Tang Yue deliberately stopped her from speaking. Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and her hand and forehead were burning, probably from a high fever. If she has a high fever, she should rest more.
