"Mingyu."
Xiaoyue hurried forward with concern and asked, "How are you feeling now? Does your stomach still hurt?"
Mingyu nodded.
"We're going to the hospital now." Su Xiaoyue picked him up and headed outside. At this moment, Yan Ruoting had changed into Sister Zhang's clothes and come out. There was still disdain in her eyes for Sister Zhang's clothes; she dared not call them street stall goods, yet they were nothing like the designer brands Yan Ruoting usually wore, the whole outfit not exceeding a thousand yuan. Sister Zhang worked as a maid, and although the Fan Family paid her well, she had a family to provide for and would not even think to buy clothes that cost hundred of yuan each for herself, if not for the face of her employers.
Seeing Su Xiaoyue carrying Mingyu out, Yan Ruoting stepped forward with ostensible thoughtfulness to take over, saying, "Let me hold him."
"I want Teacher Su."