Having helped Pei Yibai into the car, Song Weiyi and Zhao Mengmeng also got in, sitting beside him.
Although Zhao Mengmeng was very curious as to why Pei Yibai was injured, she didn't dare to ask at this moment and silently stayed by Song Weiyi's side.
Song Weiyi reached out and touched Pei Yibai's forehead.
"How is it?" Zhao Mengmeng asked.
Withdrawing her hand, Song Weiyi couldn't help but pray to arrive at the hospital quickly. "His forehead is burning up, he has a fever."
"Don't worry, he will be fine, don't panic."
Song Weiyi nodded with tears in her eyes, but her heart had no confidence at all.
Pei Yibai had fainted, could he really be fine?
She didn't want to think about the worst-case scenario, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she saw his hands covered in blood.
"Madam, we didn't prepare a blanket, if you don't mind, please use our coats to cover the young master," said a bodyguard sitting in the front with a blush, holding a thick jacket in his hand.
