"Forget it. I'm still in quarantine; no need to trouble him."
Wang Congshan scratched her head. "After all, this meme is pretty contagious. It's still dangerous."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Wei Linglan pouted, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "So considerate of him, huh? I'm talking to you through glass right now, and you're not even worried if *I* might get infected."
"Cousin, you're a Player."
Wang Congshan rolled her eyes. "He might be capable, but he's still an ordinary person. How can he compare to you?"
"Oh, absolutely."
Wei Linglan crossed her arms, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Sigh, it's so tough being a Player. Not only do we constantly face life-and-death situations, but we don't even get any concern from others. After all, as Players, we're expected to shoulder more responsibility. Sigh, you used to call me Sister Lan, but now that the new has replaced the old, I'm just 'cousin' to you."
