Xie Lin's hand trembled even more as he applied the medicine. His lips twitched slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter: "…"
Was this really the Han Jingnian he knew, or had his soul been swapped with someone else's?
Zhang Te was also trying to hold back his laughter. His broken ribs ached from the effort, but the sweet yet sour feeling was so intoxicating that he wished he were dead: "…"
Oh god, won't someone save this poor sick child!
And Jingnian, do you realize you're shattering your image here?!
He really wanted to ask Jingnian how he managed to say such loserish things with such a straight face?
Kneeling over instant noodles without spilling any crumbs? What was that all about?
Xia Wan'an wasn't just dumbfounded, she was utterly astonished by Han Jingnian's words.
