"You..." Zhan Nanjue's words turned into resentment: "Why did you jab it again!"
"It went crooked." Mu Yanxi said casually, "Don't you always jab crookedly too?"
"!!!" Zhan Nanjue glanced at Mu Yanxi, all his feelings summed up in one disgusted look.
Seeing Mu Yanxi about to pull out the needle and jab again, Zhan Nanjue couldn't hold back.
"Enough! You've turned my hand into a beehive."
"Just to see if you have any feeling left, evidently you do." Mu Yanxi hooked him up to the IV drip.
"..." Is Mu Yanxi someone who will die if he doesn't annoy me for a day? Zhan Nanjue stopped talking.
Mu Yanxi was about to leave again.
Zhan Nanjue called him back again, "Wait!"
Mu Yanxi stopped in his tracks.
Zhan Nanjue spoke up again, "Has Cheng Zijin recently contacted... 'a good friend'?"
"Do you mean male or female?"
"Of course female, would you let her contact a male?"
