An An was taken aback by his shout, feeling somewhat confused and a bit wronged.
Why did he have to shout so loudly? Did he really find her so annoying?
Lu Mingfei held her as he entered the elevator, turning his head to look at her eyes already veined with red, glistening with tears.
"You need rest now, or do you think you're made of iron?"
An An was held tightly by him, hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you… are you worried about me?"
This question seemed unnecessary to Lu Mingfei, and he didn't answer directly.
An An looked at him not speaking, not knowing what he meant.
"Then… well, you can put me down, I can walk by myself."
She just hadn't slept for too long, too tired, with a bit of dizziness, and things seemed a bit blurry now.
She only needed a bit of rest, nothing too serious, not to the point she couldn't walk.
Lu Mingfei still said nothing, carrying her straight into a room on the top floor to rest.
