"Who needs your silly laxatives anyway!" Tianxin stuck her tongue out at Chen Shanshan, feeling a little relieved.
"Fine, don't take it! I was only thinking of your wellbeing. Yeah, I hope you get uncomfortable!" Chen Shanshan retorted, pulling a face at Tianxin before settling back down on the couch.
Chen Yiran gave one look at Chen Shanshan, then gracefully rose to his feet, heading towards his study. "Tianxin, could you come here for a second? Where did you put my papers when you cleaned up my study the other day?"
"What? When did I clean your study?" Tianxin turned her puzzled gaze to Chen Yiran.
"Just come." Chen Yiran shot a glance at her over his shoulder, this guy really was missing a screw in his head.
"Oh…" Tianxin hurriedly followed Chen Yiran, glancing back to see Chen Shanshan lazily flipping pages on the couch. She was about to call her over, but, spotting Chen Yiran's warning look, she dropped the idea in the end.