Yu Chiyin spoke in a calm tone, yet Lu Fengxuan didn't believe his "ghost stories" and told him,
"If you want to check, check your own friend circle, don't worry, I haven't blocked you."
Lu Fengxuan hid her phone under the pillow and then turned to sit up, "Okay, fun time's over, let's get back to the serious stuff."
"You haven't answered the question I asked earlier, tell me the truth, how did you contract this illness?"
Yu Chiyin raised a hand to rub his temples, rarely complaining, "The 'serious stuff' I want to talk about is different from the 'serious stuff' you mentioned. How about we resolve my 'serious stuff' first, then discuss that?"
His inquiring gaze lifted to look at her, earnest and stubborn.
"Hasn't the 'serious stuff' that you're concerned about already been discussed? You said it yourself, if I don't like it, I don't have to do it," she replied.
Lu Fengxuan deliberately rubbed salt into his wound, a thievish smile on her face.
