"Xiao Nuan, have you seen your Third Brother Fu?"
Zhao Yali asked with concern, her eyes fixed intently on Wen Nuan's eyes.
Wen Nuan shook her head, "I lost my phone as soon as I arrived in New York, so I haven't contacted anyone. Aunty, does Third Brother know about my accident?"
Looking at Wen Nuan's innocent and naive face, Zhao Yali felt her gentle and loving smile was about to crack.
Squeezing out a "he's fine" from between her teeth, Zhao Yali turned to converse fluently with the two female teachers.
The school believed that after such a shock, Wen Nuan would definitely need the care of her family. If they were willing, they could take Wen Nuan home for careful nurturing to help her recover quickly.
But earlier, they asked for Wen Nuan's opinion, and she insisted on staying to complete the summer camp activities. Wen Nuan said that one should finish what they started, and she could not embarrass Y University, nor let down her loving and caring family.
