After a moment, Alex started first, "Is there a mirror?"
Wu Xiufan opened a drawer and withdrew a small mirror which he handed to Alex. "You're still very handsome, don't worry."
Of course he wasn't worried, with the Perfect Expression Pack, even if he punched himself in the face, he'd still appear as if he'd received a "air fist" effect. The person he wanted to reflected was wu Xiufan.
Alex aimed the mirror at wu Xiufan, "Sir, your appearance is currently a mess, unworthy of your status. Do you need me to help you tidy up?"
Can the person who is lying on the hospital bed not be so worried about other things?
Wu Xiufan chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You're quite the comedian, aren't you?" he teased. "I'm fine, really. A little tired, perhaps, but nothing serious."
