"Yi Ming, drink a little less."
Watching Wen Yiming's eyes narrowing grimly at the most dazzling couple in the dance floor, and seeing him constantly pouring alcohol into his mouth with concern for his health and fear of being noticed, Zhao Yali lowered her voice, urgently advising him.
Her phone rang, and seeing Wang Hui's number on the screen, Zhao Yali couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.
She went to a secluded spot to answer the call. Upon returning, Zhao Yali's expression softened slightly, "The old lady is fine now, the hospital said she could be taken home to rest quietly. Ji Qin over there, the person has also woken up and is out of danger...and also..."
Seeing Zhao Yali hesitating and stuttering, Wen Yiming's eyelid twitched.
Afraid he might think something terrible had happened again and get upset, Zhao Yali quickly said, "Xu An contacted those media again today, their words have already become more flexible, so it seems, the issue is not serious."
