Looking at the constantly changing expressions on Fan Yue's face, Wen Linyu was momentarily at a loss to understand the thoughts of today's young people.
Wen Linyu asked in confusion, "Did I... say something wrong?"
Fan Yue barely managed to recover a bit from the pain, his face still pale as he said, "It's nothing, really, but if possible, could you... sigh, never mind, it's unavoidable sooner or later."
After hearing Fan Yue's words, Wen Linyu was even more perplexed.
However, the cousins didn't dwell on the matter for long.
Wen Linyu took his coat from the chair and hung it on the backrest before sitting down.
The person who was just sitting here was An Li.
Wen Linyu looked at Fan Yue for a moment, then asked, "How is it? Can you still handle the physical pain?"
It was only then that Fan Yue slightly turned his head, carefully observing his cousin before him.
