The doors of 1102 and the opposite room opened almost simultaneously.
Yan Weiwei was momentarily stunned as she looked at Meng Lang across the way, clutching a medical bag and holding several packages that looked like Chinese medicine.
"You're going out too?"
"Yeah! Going on a call. I did promise someone, after all. What about you?"
"Fighting!"
After Yan Weiwei spoke, she glanced at Meng Lang and headed towards the elevator.
But she had only taken a few steps when she paused slightly, her hand pressing on her abdomen as her eyebrows furrowed instantly.
If you looked carefully, you could see that Yan Weiwei's steps were slightly unsteady today, and her complexion seemed a bit pale, like she wasn't feeling energetic.
"I think you'd better not go today."
Yan Weiwei frowned and turned to look at Meng Lang.
"You're telling me not to go after all the trouble I went through to set this up?"
"I told you to go and gain experience, not to let others farm you like an XP generator!"
