"You think too much."
Luo Yangyang's mouth twitched and she was sweating profusely.
Chun Yucheng's imagination was too ridiculous. What was he thinking?
However…
Feng Sheng had even changed his shirt because he had hugged Mo An.
Although Luo Yangyang felt that it was a little exaggerated, she realized that she was actually tacitly agreeing to it.
As expected, one's skin was dyed red by the company of vermilion, and one's skin was dyed black by the company of ink. Things like mysophobia were contagious.
"Why did you come to the hospital?"
Chun Yucheng saw that Luo Yangyang was so tight-lipped, so he changed the topic and asked.
"Do you know who Moan is?"
Luo Yangyang looked at Chun Yucheng and suddenly turned to face him.
"Mo An?" Chun Yucheng placed a free lunch box on the table. His hand that was holding the disposable chopsticks paused for a moment." Why are you asking about this?"
Chun Yucheng's words made it clear that he knew Mo An.