Chen Yanyu frowned slightly as he held his phone and looked at the chat history.
This woman couldn't possibly be up to something harmful, could she?
After all, he had heard a bit about Jiang Mian's antics.
Before he had a chance to ponder for a few seconds, a message from the other end had already come through.
Jiang Xiaomian: "Is there any medicine that suppresses duration, to make someone feel weaker?"
Chen Yanyu: "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
He almost choked to death on his own saliva.
Chen Yanyu seriously read each word.
He recognized them all.
But why did it sound so strange when he read them together?
Chen Yanyu: "??? Is there something wrong with my understanding?"
Jiang Xiaomian: "It's exactly what you're thinking, Fu Sichen is sick, needs treatment."
Others are too weak, and it's a problem; he's overly capable, and that's a disease that needs treatment, too.
