She laughed heartily three times. "HAHAHA! Leukemia? Isn't that a staple of Korean dramas? It seems like a disease only the rich and handsome get. Have you eaten too much kimchi? Or watched too many Korean dramas? Do you think developing leukemia will make you the male lead in some drama? Dude, wake up. If you want to star in an idol drama, I suggest you get plastic surgery, height enhancement, and your jaw slimmed. Maybe then you can play an old eunuch. Alright, goodnight. I hope your 'idol illness' gets better soon. And remember, don't bother me again. I'm thoroughly sick of your games. Turning off my phone. Going to sleep."
"Shall we sleep together?"
She promptly turned off her phone, never responding to him again.
"I hope your 'Kimchi disease' gets better soon," Wan Donglin thought with a bitter smile. This con artist. Her harshness was truly relentless.
