High Fever and Unconsciousness

Xia Zhihuai briskly walked up to the car and saw Wanwan still holding onto the door, lightly tapping her forehead with his finger. “Put the door aside, don’t hurt yourself.”

Wanwan placed the door on the grass beside her and turned to look at Song Qingfeng. “Sister, I’ve opened the door.”

Song Qingfeng’s lost soul finally returned. She nodded absentmindedly and then remembered Fan Yulei, who had been unresponsive inside the car all this time.

Ignoring the peculiarities about Wanwan, Song Qingfeng stood beside the car with the door removed and pushed Fan Yulei, who remained oblivious.

“Senior, wake up…”

“Senior—”

Song Qingfeng called out several times, and Xia Zhihuai, through the rear window, finally saw the face of the person inside the car. His eyebrows instantly furrowed.

“Wanwan, it’s Fan Yulei.”

Wanwan squeezed in next to Song Qingfeng, looking up at Fan Yulei, who was sound asleep.