On Friday night, Shen Li made a call to Jinse Bay.
"Master, Senior Brother said that you haven't been feeling well for the past two days. How are you?"
Mei Yanqing snorted.
"I'm just having a little cold. Why are you so nervous?"
Shen Li had already gotten the results from Yu Pingchuan, but Mei Yanqing was old. It was always better to be more careful.
Hearing that Mei Yanqing's hoarse voice but still full of energy, Shen Li heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's good. But you haven't caught a cold in a long time. What happened this time?"
"Nothing much. I was too engrossed in reading about the collection of Ronai's works. It's because I stayed up all night that I caught a cold," Mei Yanqing said plainly, "I realized that his works are indeed very good! It's no wonder that so many people like them."
Shen Li was speechless.
She wondered what it felt like to experience this encounter with her master's strange attitude.
