Li Fei'er tilted her head on one side, looking at Zhuang Yun with curiosity in her eyes.
"Didn't you say you are sick? Then, let's go and use the elevator."
Zhuang Yun laughed at her, but he chose not to argue and just followed her to the elevator.
"I don't look sick to you, right? I don't want people to misunderstand. I also don't mind using the stairs to burn some calories," he said in defense.
Li Fei'er hummed and waited for him to press the button to the floor where his unit was. Because of the time, they were the only ones inside the elevator. The doors closed, and the elevator moved up.
"Sickness doesn't need to manifest in one's appearance. There are many illnesses that can't be seen with a naked eye, Mr. Zhuang. Some people don't have any noticeable symptoms," she corrected him, "If you don't mind me asking, what kind of illness do you have?"
