"Yaoyao, stop causing trouble..."
Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows as he tried to pull Song Yaoyao away.
But he discovered she was gripping very tightly. Each time he pulled a finger free, she immediately grabbed on again.
Song Wenchuan couldn't laugh nor cry. "Song Yaoyao!" he reprimanded helplessly. "If you keep causing trouble, I'm going to hit you. If you don't go to the hospital when you're sick, you're going to regret it if something goes wrong!"
"I'm fine."
Song Yaoyao's lips were dry and her voice was weak.
She used Song Wenchuan as a support, sat up, and looked at him stubbornly. "Since the car has stopped, I noticed a chestnut store across the road. Go buy some for me."
"Yaoyao, stop it."
Song Jingwan stepped out of the car and stood behind Song Wenchuan. "If you want to be childish, there's a time for that. Right now, Wenchuan is really worried about you."
