Shi Mei quickly changed her clothes and walked out the door, not even bothering to dry her hair.
It was already past eleven o'clock at night, and it was still somewhat cold.
As soon as Shi Mei stepped outside, a gust of cold wind blew straight into her face, turning her damp hair instantly as if grazing it with a layer of frost, sending shivers down her spine.
It was that gust of wind that sobered Shi Mei up considerably.
Whether Shi Lingyan was alive or dead, what did it have to do with her?
This guy always had a plan for everything, how could he possibly joke about his own health?
Impossible.
Most likely, it was Tang Jingming deceiving her, probably wanting to lure her to see him?
Tang probably also knew that no matter what, she would, out of regard for Grandma Shi and Grandpa Shi, be unable to ignore the matter, right?
Shi Mei's mind was in turmoil, she exhaled, and hailed a taxi with her hand.
