"Just in time, why don't you go for a neurological check-up if you're sick? Better to treat it early!"
Jiang Che seemed as if he hadn't heard her mockery, his gaze still tender, and his voice suddenly turned extremely gentle.
"I'm indeed 'sick.' Because of you, I'm 'sick' and not myself. Even at the banquet just now, despite the huge embarrassment you caused me, I actually didn't feel angry at all."
Lu Fengxuan scoffed, "Turn left when you exit the door; the building next door can handle psychiatric emergencies. If your brain's sick, don't delay."
"Xiao Xuan, whether you believe it or not, every word I say to you is sincere."
"Sincere?" Lu Fengxuan shifted to the side and gave him a cold look, "Jiang Che, stop with your disgusting tricks. You might not find them sickening, but I feel like vomiting when I hear them."
"Ten minutes are up; I won't accompany you any further."
