Xu Baohan wanted to die at the sight of pork trotters. He swore that he would never want to eat them again. "I don't like them anymore, and you just said that it's not good to eat fatty foods when you have a cold."
An Lan looked at him and smiled gently. "You're suitable to eat pork trotters, because you're this big pig head. Do you know what that means? Simply put, men are all bad."
She placed the lunch box on the side. "Eat by yourself, I'm leaving first."
Xu Baohan was stunned, but when he heard her last sentence, he became anxious. "An Lan, don't go, I'm still... still very ill..."
"It's none of my business if you're ill, I'm not the one who infected you." An Lan's chest was filled with anger. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that she would flip over his bed and go up to give him a few more kicks. "You reap what you sow, you deserve it."
