The veins in Leng Yi's temples bulged. One look, even in the dim light, they could sense his palpable anger.
"Third Sister!" Leng Yi was exasperated. What did she mean by her words? He was annoyed, but since Leng Ting was a patient, he knew he shouldn't get angry with her. "What are you–"
He stopped himself. He even suspected that the head injury involved brain damage!
"Second brother, did the Third Sister become silly because she was knocked on the head?" His tone was a mixture of worry, concern, and grievance.
Leng Ting widened her eyes and snapped her head toward the direction Leng Yi was looking for. Her lips trembled slightly. "Second brother?"
"Did all of us die?" She looked like she was about to cry again.
Leng Jun was about to go over and comfort her before he remembered he was still injured. Even with the help of medicine, it would still take a while because his condition was severe.
