The corners of Zhang Molin's mouth curled up as he chuckled.
"Nope."
Gong Ke'er shook her head in disbelief.
"How can it be?"
"A calm heart keeps one cool." Zhang Molin left the infirmary and walked to the parking lot.
Ye Caitang: "…"
Gong Ke'er: "…"
Grandpa Zhang: "…"
He was definitely bullsh*tting. When this brat was at home, the air conditioner was running almost 24 hours a day.
In order to prevent himself from exposing his grandson's true colors, Grandpa Zhang immediately gave the medicine he had prepared to his grandson.
However, he looked at Ye Caitang and instructed her with a worried and solemn expression,
"Lass, your vocal cords have just recovered. It's not good for you to speak often. You can speak after your vocal cords are completely recovered."
"Also, I just prescribed a wonder drug that can make your vocal cords recover faster."
"Remember to use it when you get back."
