"Let me see!" Meiqi Zhao was also a bit anxious, her intuition also felt that Di Yimo was not quite right, but she was more concerned about his physical well-being.
As Meiqi Zhao spoke, she reached out to touch Di Yimo's face, but seeing her approaching hand made him even more restless. He irritably slapped Meiqi Zhao's hand away and snapped, "Leave me alone."
Meiqi Zhao's hand froze in mid-air, feeling a bit wronged, but Di Yimo had no time to care about her feelings. Frustrated, he tugged at his tie and said, "I'm going to the restroom."
After speaking, he turned and left, walking in a rush as if he was genuinely uncomfortable and in a hurry. Meiqi Zhao watched his back with concern, wanting to follow but afraid he would scold her.
After hesitating for a moment, Meiqi Zhao had no choice but to give up. Di Yimo strode quickly to the restroom, seeming to grow more agitated the faster he walked, even feeling heat rising throughout his body.
What's really going on here?
