"Even so, you shouldn't go to such a dangerous place. There's a sign outside saying you can't enter," Luo Zifeng spoke without any tone of blame.
Ye Rumeng nodded apologetically, "I was too careless, I didn't see the sign."
"It's the fault of the people responsible for the renovation. They shouldn't have put such a small sign," Luo Zifeng's tone was indifferent, clearly displeased.
Ye Rumeng felt embarrassed.
Actually, the sign was quite large; it was her mental state that was problematic at the time.
Thinking about her temporary memory lapses and abnormal behavior again made Ye Rumeng uneasy.
She forced herself to be alert, "It's not their fault, it's mine."
Luo Zifeng immediately noticed something was wrong with her, "Are you okay? Is your wound hurting badly?"
"No... just a little uncomfortable. By the way, did you call for me for a reason?"
"Nothing important," Luo Zifeng changed the topic, got up, and called to notify the secretary to bring in a glass of sugar water.
