Qin Chuan glanced at his cold, hard side profile and spoke earnestly, "Don't worry, if there's a chance this time, I'll do whatever it takes to cure you."
Fu Yihan paused, shot him a look, and extended his hand, "Give me the cane."
"..."
Placing the cane in Fu Yihan's hand, Qin Chuan said with a deadpan expression, "You're no fun."
Fu Yihan sneered coldly, "I'm not a girl. If you found me fun, that would be worrisome."
Qin Chuan froze for a second, staring at Fu Yihan in surprise.
"What?" Fu Yihan's smile didn't waver, "Haven't been trashed by me in a while, and you're wanting it again today?"
"No!" Qin Chuan, alarmed, pressed down on Fu Yihan's shoulder, "Are you joking with me right now?"
Fu Yihan looked at him blankly, "Are you an idiot?"
"Oh my god, you have no idea! It's been ages since you cracked a cold joke with anyone. This is great news! Absolutely fantastic news!"
Excitedly, Qin Chuan gripped the armrest and pushed Fu Yihan out, chattering non-stop along the way.
