Su Li, expressionless, held her forehead with one hand and covered her chest with the other, "A gust of cool wind hit me, and now I have a terrible headache."
Young Master Yanyang widened his puppy eyes, barely refraining from roaring: Could you at least pretend to be sincere? That excuse is so flimsy and perfunctory.
Miss Yimeng was sniffling and crying, standing there in a daze.
Yanyang glanced at his frail little sister, then at the healthy, rosy-cheeked Su Li. After a moment's hesitation, he finally called out to his own sister, "Yimeng, let's work together to help the old woman outside."
As he spoke, Yanyang's hopeful eyes kept darting towards Su Li, perhaps the next second he'd hear Aunt Su changing her mind.
They were so adorable, who could bear to watch them in distress?
But right now, there was indeed such a heartless person in front of them.
