Hearing this, Song Guo and Miao Zhu pursed their lips and held back their laughter.
Ye Yiheng could not help but smile, "Whether it's two or four, don't you find it strange, Yanyan?"
Leng Yu Yan, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up at the exceedingly handsome man before her, "Why are you shaking your head? It's making me dizzy."
He clearly hadn't moved, and Ye Yiheng sighed, then softly ordered, "Song Guo and Miao Zhu, quickly prepare the hangover soup."
The two agreed and left with synchronized steps.
Ye Yiheng sat on the edge of the bed and pretended to ask casually, "Yanyan, how did you become a Divine Doctor in such a short time? Previously, you were illiterate, after returning to the capital your calligraphy was astonishing, your dance skills were superior, and you often had novel ideas. Can I know why?"
Leng Yu Yan chuckled, "Do you really want to know?"
"Mhm, I want to hear the truth."
