With Yang Qingyin, Luo Ziling took the elevator down and sneezed heavily, followed by another one.
"Do you feel cold?" Yang Qingyin asked with concern.
"It seems like someone is speaking ill of me behind my back!" Luo Ziling said with a self-deprecating smile.
"Maybe it was that beauty just now, cursing you for not giving her the chance to spend a wonderful night with you." Yang Qingyin said, and took the opportunity to pinch his arm while she was holding it.
Luo Ziling quickly grabbed her hand.
At that moment, Luo Ziling's phone rang. It was Ling Ruonan calling, and he answered immediately.
"Ling'er, have you finished your class?" As soon as he answered, Ling Ruonan's gentle voice came through.
Luo Ziling suddenly remembered that he had promised Ling Ruonan to go to the old mansion today to treat Ling Jinhua.
But after class today, he was a bit dizzy from the scent of Huang Menglan and had actually forgotten about it.