Zhuang Xiyue is not someone who can be casually brushed off. Holding Yun Ya's hand, she said worriedly, "I'll make an appointment with another doctor to get you checked thoroughly. Health is a serious matter and can't be taken lightly." With that, she pulled out her phone from her bag to make a call.
With her status, booking a famous doctor is merely a matter of saying the word.
"Aunt Zhuang, I'm really okay." Yun Ya's justification seemed so weak in the face of Zhuang Xiyue's intense concern.
Yun Ya glanced at Yan Song, who furrowed his thick brows slightly and raised a hand to comfortingly pat Yun Ya's shoulder.
"Mom, don't worry, Yun Ya is not in serious trouble." Glancing at the time, "The guests are still waiting for you to attend to them."
This was an implicit invitation to leave.
