"Xiaoli!?"
After tossing down the medicine box, Qin Yihan rushed forward like an arrow, scooping up the collapsed Su Xiaoli from the ground, "What's wrong with you?"
The girl leaned against him, her body devoid of strength, her lips trembling as she spoke with great difficulty:
"I... have no strength..."
"So tired..."
With that, she closed her eyes and slumped against him, fainting into his embrace.
The man held her limp body, his eyes filled with anxiety.
He took out his cellphone.
In the group chat, Wen Sunan was still quarreling with Qin Zimo.
Qin Yihan knitted his brows and directly dialed Wen Sunan's number.
"She fainted because her whole body was weak?"
Wen Sunan was taking the call while driving over, "She's so young, she shouldn't have any serious illness. If this situation happened suddenly, we have to consider the possibility of poisoning."
Having said that, he frowned, "Did she eat anything given by someone else today, or had contact with anyone?"