Her flinging motion was too forceful.
Pei Yibai's hand hit the wall, and his handsome eyebrows suddenly crinkled, his face showing successive expressions of pain.
Song Weiyi's heart tightened, and she immediately felt a wave of annoyance—she had almost forgotten he was injured.
His hand that she had flung away, it wasn't hurt, was it?
It was just a light toss, and it hadn't hit the injured area, it must be fine, Song Weiyi reassured herself in her mind.
Pei Yibai pursed his lips, his expression easing slightly.
See, it couldn't have been anything, he had just been so convincing that she actually felt sorry for him.
"Song Weiyi, go call a doctor for me," Pei Yibai said.
"Doctor?" She hadn't misheard, had she?
"Mhm."
"Not doing it. Go find your little sister, Yan Yinuo," Song Weiyi glared at him viciously.
Jealous! Of course, she was jealous.
If she weren't jealous, that would be abnormal, wouldn't it?