Just as expected, as soon as he heard Ai Weixi's name, Lan Xixiao became much more obedient and no longer had the arrogant air he'd had just moments before, then, like a big gray wolf with his tail between his legs, he offered a pleasing smile, "It was just a joke, how is Xiaoyu doing?"
"Sigh, I'm really worried about him. He knows that he's allergic to alcohol and yet he still drank so much, he's really not taking his life seriously."
Rong Shengsheng glanced at Lan Xixiao, who was feigning concern, then turned back to continue looking at her computer, "If you don't have anything else, you should leave. Go check on the aunt next door, she's extremely heartbroken right now and needs comforting."
