"Take a look for yourself!" She threw the report in his face, her eyes filled with anger.
Yuan Haoyang read it for a while, then smiled. "Oh, I'm not healed yet."
"Do you still have the audacity to say that? What exactly have you been doing?"
"I haven't been doing anything."
"Not even staying up late? Or playing games? What about playing on your phone, then?" Lin Wenyu glanced at his table. "Have you been eating properly?"
"You talk too much." Yuan Haoyang lowered his eyes as if he didn't care at all.
Lin Wenyu walked out angrily. Suddenly, she thought of something and walked back. "Have you been secretly practicing singing?"
Otherwise, it wouldn't explain the injuries to his lungs and throat.
She had always known that a minute on stage was equivalent to 10 years of work below the stage. Especially for idols who had a lot of training every day.
