Zhang Ya didn't know whether to say Lanlan was brave or to say she was pulling a tiger's whiskers. She could only try to minimize her presence. When gods fight, the little devils suffer. How did things develop to this point?
She sighed softly in her heart.
Two minutes later, Huo Zhanting admitted defeat first.
"Lanlan, a hangover headache can't be cured by just sleeping. Let me press your forehead, and I'll make you a sobering soup in a bit. Otherwise, you'll feel very lethargic today."
Huo Zhanting was almost pleading softly to comfort An Lan.
An Lan was still considering, ready to refuse as she was trying to remain calm independently, but Huo Zhanting added, "Aren't we going to the ski resort to ski tomorrow? If you're not feeling well, I'm afraid you'll have to stay at home."
The ski resort? Or stay at home!
An Lan swallowed the words of refusal that had reached her lips.
