Every day they send a pile of things over here, much more diligent than all of you.
Hai Lan laughed, "This is everyone's kindness. But I've already told them not to come anymore, yet people still show up."
"They really like you, how could they not come."
Hai Lan joked on purpose, "I'm just afraid that if I really disfigure my face, turning into an ugly monster, no one will like me anymore."
"That won't happen." Wen Jingheng's gaze was firm as he stared at her, "You won't disfigure your face, nor will you be without admirers. Even if you did disfigure your face, I, as your friend, would still like you the same as always."
This was a veiled confession!
Hai Lan pretended not to understand and giggled, "I really can't tell, turns out you're my number one fan."
Wen Jingheng also laughed, "More or less. But you've never given me an autograph."
"Haha, autographs are so boring. How about I treat you all to a meal once I'm better?"
"Sure, it's a deal."
