On the other side, Cui Lin was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. Bai Yun, who was sitting on his left, looked at his sloppy appearance and poked his arm. "How's your grandfather's illness? Haven't you found a solution yet?"
"It's still the same. I wonder what kind of unprecedented illness this old man has. I've studied medicine for so many years, but I actually have no clue."
"Be careful that he doesn't hear you. He'll definitely scold you."
"What can we do? Anyway, I've been scolded too many times. I'm already immune to it, but Xiang Yin should be the one that's worried now." Cui Lin put down his crossed legs and winked in Xiang Yin's direction.
Xiang Yin frowned at him. "If your eyes are sick, go to the hospital for treatment. Don't act up in front of me."
