"You've already checked, haven't you?" Ye Ranran gave him a knowing look.
Jun Mochan forced a wry smile: "I swear, I really didn't check. I deduced it based on what I've heard before, of course, with a mix of wild guesses."
"Then you've really guessed quite accurately." Ye Ranran lifted her lips slightly: "Tang Sheng, oh, my attending physician, said there's some kind of virus in my body, which is why I can't drink alcohol, but I'm getting better."
Jun Mochan felt a surge of joy inside, but he still suppressed it, making his voice sound strange: "Virus?"
"Why does it sound like you're happy about it? Weird. Why am I even telling you these things?" Ye Ranran shook her head.
Fu Rong turned his head and saw Ye Ranran chatting happily with Jun Mochan, his eyes shrouded in a thick layer of ice.
Sensing that intense gaze, Ye Ranran looked over.
He was signaling her to come over, and with many years of tacit understanding, she immediately grasped the meaning in his eyes.
