Jiang Nian feigned surprise and asked curiously.
"Recovered from your illness?"
"Of course." Li Lanying sneered, sitting at the bar sipping a drink, "Just a little cold."
Her well-proportioned legs dangled, swinging aimlessly.
"Impressive, impressive." Jiang Nian nodded, but in his heart, he silently smirked, wondering what kind of show she was putting on.
In the cold weather, still striking a pose.
"But, Sister Ying." He complimented before suddenly changing the topic, "Does Qingqing know?"
"Know what?"
"You just recovered and you're drinking." Jiang Nian pulled out his phone, showing her a photo briefly.
Upon hearing that, Li Lanying was stuck in an awkward position.
"Aren't you too old to be tattling? It's really... delete it, and I won't be mad."
Who cares if you're mad or not.
Jiang Nian remained unfazed, put away his phone, and didn't mention deleting the photo, instead changing the topic directly.
"The recent flu seems quite serious."
"Hmm."
