Cheng Guomin wasn't stupid. Zhao Haishuang's unusual behavior made him think something had happened.
"What's wrong? Are you still not feeling better, or is there something else wrong with your body?"
He walked up, grabbed Zhao Haishuang's shoulders, and tried to turn her around to take a closer look.
Zhao Haishuang kept her hands over her face.
"I'm fine. Let go of me. I want to go lie down in my room for a while."
"If you're fine, why are you covering your face? What's wrong with your face?"
As Cheng Guomin spoke, he reached out to pull Zhao Haishuang's hands away.
At first, Zhao Haishuang resisted adamantly, but Cheng Guomin was quite stubborn himself and insisted on seeing what was going on.
Finally, Zhao Haishuang, cornered, had no choice but to take her hands away.
"Fine, if you want to look, then look!"
When Cheng Guomin saw Zhao Haishuang's face, he gasped audibly.
