Lin Wenyu, who had removed her mask, made it impossible for him to have a vicious tongue. He could not bear to retort to her either. No matter what she said, he could only respond passively.
It was as if she had taken away all his talent in speaking.
"That's strange," Lin Wenyu said. "If you're feeling unwell, tell me quickly. This place is close to the hospital. I can send you there in time. Don't implicate me anymore. I'm afraid of your fans' criticisms."
Yuan Haoyang smiled. "Alright."
When he smiled, it was extremely infectious. When he first debuted, he loved to smile. Later on, he didn't smile much anymore. He started looking cold and reserved. At any time, he looked as if someone owed him 258,000 yuan.
However, his fans still fell for him. They kept saying that he was so handsome and cool. Sometimes, Lin Wenyu even suspected that his fans were masochistic.
At this moment, his smile was indeed dazzling.
