An Lan emphasized the word "discount" heavily.
Xiao Yihe's mouth twitched, and then he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "No need!"
He didn't need such a discount.
An Lan smiled faintly and said nothing. She was delighted to annoy Xiao Yihe. Xiao Yihe didn't want to hear the word "plastic surgery," so he snorted and dragged Gu Xi away.
As they walked past An Lan, she gently shook her head and sighed, "Avoiding treatment is not a good thing."
An Lan's voice wasn't quiet, ensuring both of them could hear. Xiao Yihe, who was already limping, stumbled forward upon hearing her words, almost tripping over himself. Luckily, Gu Xi supported him, avoiding a complete fall, but it was still quite embarrassing.
Panting heavily, Xiao Yihe angrily shook off Gu Xi and limped away with his head down.
Gu Xi stamped her foot in frustration, turned around, and glared at the two, then quickly ran after him.
