Lu Yang walked to the window, holding her phone close to her ear. She raised her hand and closed the window. "Mingyu, did they ask us to help with something?"
"Not really," Lu Mingyu replied cautiously. He touched the corner of his mouth, making a hissing sound. It was not loud, but Lu Yang heard it.
She anxiously asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing!" Lu Mingyu's tone relaxed as he switched back to the previous topic. He sighed sadly, "Yang Yang, Jiang Yanzhou's life is coming to an end. Let's help him as much as we can."
"Who said his life is coming to an end?"
"Who has been spreading rumors about Jiang Yanzhou's short life? Let me think..." Lu Mingyu confidently said, "It's me!"
"... He is healthy and won't die anytime soon."
"Then, who said Jiang Yanzhou is healthy?"
Does my silly brother have a memory of half a second?
