"I'm hungry," Shi Lingyan's voice was low and hoarse, "go buy some food."
Shi Mei looked at him, frowning, "Honey, your face is so pale, are you feeling alright?"
"I'm hungry," Shi Lingyan forcefully opened his eyes and lied, pulling out his wallet and stuffing it into her hand, "It might be low blood sugar."
Low blood sugar?
Had Shi Lingyan really let his health get to this state over the past few years?
Shi Mei found it hard to believe, but seeing Shi Lingyan's complexion and looking at the broken window, she asked with an innocent, childish voice, "Where did this hole come from?"
"A bird hit it."
"Huh?"
What kind of bird could make such a big hole?
Shi Mei felt it was a ridiculous tale, "Even a fool wouldn't believe that."
Shi Lingyan seemed to lose his patience and, forcefully pushing her out of the car, said, "Go buy some nutritious stuff."
Shi Mei, seeing his complexion was truly off, said, "You should come out and rest a bit, don't drive."
