Zhang Lan's face blushed slightly, and she glanced at Ling Feng, "Don't be frivolous, aren't you here because of Zhou Yi?"
"Half for her, half for you!" Ling Feng said with a smile.
"Hmph, I'm afraid that in my half, there's also a half for Li Yun," Zhang Lan huffed with some displeasure.
Ling Feng was startled, then chuckled, "Sis, are you jealous? I didn't plan to look for her this time, after all, that old geezer Luo Nanlin hasn't kicked the bucket yet!"
"Him?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lan said indifferently, "Then you might have to wait a long time."
"Huh? Why? Wasn't it said that the old guy was critically ill?"
"That was the initial word, but he has been critically ill for quite some time and has always been in the same state. I always feel that something is not quite right!" Zhang Lan explained.
Ling Feng immediately pulled the car to the side, stopped, and looked at her, "What do you mean? What's not right?"
