Lu Mian looked up at the seriously stern Ya Ling, twitching the corner of her mouth.
"Uh, it's not that serious."
"You rarely ask others for help, and since you've asked, it must be something important. I get it!" Ya Ling patted her chest, "Didn't you just tell me to move over because there was something you wanted to discuss with me... Could it be that group of people have found us?"
Seeing that Ya Ling's thoughts were getting more serious, Lu Mian hurriedly interjected.
"Stop! I just wanted you to deliver a cup of cold medicine to Director Qimo..." Lu Mian rubbed her brow, "He caught a cold."
Ya Ling swore silently in her heart, extremely speechless as she tugged at her red lips, "A cold isn't a big deal, is it necessary to fuss over it like this?"
Lu Mian glanced sideways, sweeping a faint look over Ya Ling.
Ya Ling immediately cowered, "Alright, alright, I get it, I'm impressed! Lovers in love are all helpless, porcelain dolls!"
"What do you mean?"
