Zhou Mikang: "..." Is this something you can prove?
"Okay, you go ahead, we'll be here waiting. When you come back, we will head back ourselves." Chuxia stared at him seriously, "There's no negotiation on this, don't try to send me back. If you care about me, come back as soon as possible."
"Alright." Zhou Mikang replied solemnly, nodded to the others, and left with large strides.
"Sis, you should go inside and rest." Zhang Ping politely helped them by pulling up the tent door.
"Thank you." Said Chuxia, pulling the others inside the tent, but noticed Lv Xiaomei's very red face. Bewildered, she reached out to touch her forehead, "Xiaomei, what's wrong? Do you have a fever?"
"No." Lv Xiaomei shook her head, instinctively backing away, "It's just hot and cold, my face easily turns red. I'm healthy, I don't usually catch colds."
