After Lu Zhan put down his phone, he didn't move but instead dove into his work.
Such a minor cold, in Lu Zhan's eyes, really wasn't much, so he didn't plan to take any medicine.
...
Chi Nuan roughly knew that Lu Zhan usually didn't like taking medicine for minor illnesses.
So an hour later, she sent him another message.
Warmth: [Did you buy the medicine? Did you take it?]
When Lu Zhan received the message, a rare smile finally appeared on his face.
He thought about it, and really didn't dare to reply that he didn't intend to go out to buy medicine at all.
Perhaps, the fear of his wife was ingrained in his bones.
Sun: [Already bought it, took it.]
Warmth: [Which one did you buy?]
Sun: [The first one you mentioned.]
Warmth: [How does it taste?]
Sun: [Sweet, very nice to drink, and after drinking it, I feel much better.]
Warmth: [That kind of granule is a traditional Chinese medicine mixture, with a strong medicinal taste...]
Lu Zhan: He got played...
