Chen Zhi couldn't utter a single word, her legs went weak with pain, almost causing her to slip to the ground. Si Ye quickly scooped her up into his arms and gently laid her down on the sofa, his hand touched her forehead, which was a bit cool, no fever.
What on earth was wrong with her? Si Ye was a bit panic-stricken.
"Mrs. Zhou, call Zhuo Yi over," he bellowed, and Mrs. Zhou rushed out of the kitchen, asking worriedly, "Young master, what's wrong?"
"Chen Zhi is unwell, tell him to come quickly."
"Oh, okay, I'll call Young Master Zhuo right away!" Mrs. Zhou glanced at Chen Zhi with concern and hurried to make the call.
Chen Zhi's mother and Si Chengye came running when they heard the news and were startled at the sight of Chen Zhi's condition.
"What's wrong with Xiaozhi?" Chen Zhi's mother asked nervously, her complexion changing.
Si Ye clasped Chen Zhi's hand, his brows tightly furrowed, "I don't know either, she suddenly became like this."
