"My friend here is an absolute beauty!" Shen Jingrou proudly boasted.
Her eyes were filled with sincerity, without a trace of jealousy, and her tone carried a hint of protection.
Meng Heming's eyes tightened, and a shadow of gloom passed over his face.
"Cough, cough..."
The man standing behind Meng Heming, Uncle Ma, reached out, naturally patting the other's back.
Seeing this, Shen Jingrou anxiously stood up, "Uncle, are you alright?"
"Miss Shen, it's best that he doesn't sit for too long. I'll help him to the bed to lie down for a while," said Uncle Ma as he was already supporting the man by the elbow.
Meng Heming looked vacantly at a certain spot, as if he were completely oblivious to his surroundings.
"Okay."
Watching Uncle Meng with his head lowered, one hand covering his mouth as he coughed lightly, Shen Jingrou couldn't help but feel worried.
