"Miss, what's wrong?" The assistant froze for a few seconds upon seeing her squat down, then quickly walked forward, ready to help her.
"No! Don't touch me! My stomach hurts!" Meimei clutched her stomach tightly, her delicate face all wrinkled like a bun.
"You probably drank too much yogurt today and have a bit of a stomach ache. You need to go get the necklace, and while you're at it, bring me some medicine back. Otherwise, how can I attend the banquet later?"
"But Miss, you're not feeling well. I should take you to the rest room first."
"I'm just a bit uncomfortable. Don't delay, go quickly and come back. If you take too long, what if I feel even worse later?" Meimei abruptly interrupted the assistant, moving her hand from her abdomen to her waist and pinching her skin, inhaling sharply from the pain.
Her face, which was just a little pale earlier, now turned completely white, with cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
