"Xiaobei, why are you coughing? Are you sick?"
"Yeah, why did you suddenly start coughing?"
Upon hearing Hu Xiaobei cough, Guo Meiyu and Han Xueyao, who were originally warmly chatting with Feng Xueyan, turned their heads and asked with concern.
"No, I just suddenly felt my throat was a bit uncomfortable. It's fine now."
Hu Xiaobei explained somewhat awkwardly.
Hu Xiaobei didn't want to cough, but without doing so, they were chatting so cheerfully, they had no intention of acknowledging him.
Gently nodding, they pointed to the spot beside them, "Oh! Then come over and have some tea with us, we just brewed it."
"Hmm... it's getting late, so let's talk business first!"
Saying this, Hu Xiaobei touched his waist.
Hu Xiaobei knew that if he continued drinking tea with them, he might suffer more.
"That's true, business is important!"
They exchanged glances, lazily stood up.
Seeing their languid and charming appearance, Hu Xiaobei involuntarily swallowed.
