Li Mingxi nodded, "I've heard about it."
"Xiao Lang must have told you. Well, Xiao Lang goes to the restaurant almost every day, but he hasn't gone for a few days. I called him, and he said he couldn't go for a while because of some issues. But then I suddenly heard today that he seems to have had a car accident. You're friends with him and used to be neighbors. I'm just asking if it's true that Xiao Lang had a car accident. Where is he now?"
Wen Ning looked at her eager and anxious. Li Mingxi felt that it would be too inconsiderate not to speak.
She's just concerned about Xiao Lang; there's no need to be so petty.
"Xiao Lang is at home. I've seen him; his injuries aren't severe," Li Mingxi said.
Wen Ning let out a sigh of relief, then turned to Wen Madam and said, "Mom, you can go home yourself later. I'd like to go see Xiao Lang."
Wen Madam understood her feelings and was quite fond of Xiao Lang too.
"Alright, go. Remember to buy some things to visit him."
"Hmm, I know."
