At the breakfast table, Liu Muxue stared at Ming Jing.
"Do you feel dizzy?"
Ming Jing shook her head.
"Is your nose stuffy?"
Ming Jing shook her head.
"That's not right. Your constitution is too strong. It's almost inhuman." Liu Muxue couldn't figure it out, and eventually concluded in a daze.
Ming Jing is not a normal person.
Returning to the room to pack up, the trip to Jingzhou had come to an end.
Bai Ziyan called: "Ming Jing, wait for me at the hotel. Xiao Song and I will pick you up and have lunch together."
Ming Jing wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but the other party had already hung up.
"Is it that Bai kid? I can hear his quacking voice from a distance, like a duck."
Bai Ziyan was in the midst of his voice breaking, and his speech carried a grainy quality, as if he had phlegm in his throat.
Ming Jing had only a simple carry-on bag.
