Qiao Zi didn't know if it was the hotpot that was the problem, or if her stomach just couldn't handle such spiciness anymore and started to rebel.
Back at the hotel, Su Anle started running to the bathroom and spent almost the whole night there. Li Weiwei went out to buy her some medicine, but it seemed to have little effect.
It wasn't until nearly five in the morning that things finally settled down a bit. She managed to sleep a little and then had to get up to catch a flight.
"Sister Su, are you feeling any better?"
Li Weiwei asked with her toothbrush in her mouth, unclear in her speech. Su Anle nodded: "A bit better."
She wasn't having diarrhea anymore, but after such a troublesome night, her face had no color at all. Coupled with not resting well, there were two dark circles under her eyes, making her look like a ghost.
"Sister Su, I've finished washing, you can go ahead."
