A few seconds later, the infirmary door was pushed open. The dean, Shen Suying, walked in. She looked around and finally her gaze landed on the bed.
Shen Suying frowned and said, "Feng Qing, I was in a meeting with the principal just now. I heard that you had an accident in school and were injured, so the principal and I came to see your injury. Where is it? Is it serious?"
Shen Suying waited for a long time as she watched the human figure on the bed. In the end, no one answered her, and the person on the bed did not move. Due to the angle, Shen Suying did not notice the abnormality of the arched human shape on the bed. How could Feng Qing, a little girl, be able to do that?
Under the snow-white blanket, Feng Qing's delicate body was tightly pressed against Xie Jiuhan's body. Her small face looked nervous. The man under her smiled.
"It's over. What should we do now?" Feng Qing asked in a weak voice.
