Ling Tianya returned to her room, laughing. When she walked in, she saw Ruan Zeyan looking at a report, and the smile on her face immediately faded. She quickly walked over, put down the soup she was carrying, and snatched the report from Ruan Zeyan's hands.
"Do you not know what your body is like right now? Why are you still looking at these? Do you want to die?"
Upon hearing Ling Tianya's scolding, Ruan Zeyan felt like he was a brat who had made a mistake and was being scolded by his mother. This feeling was quite pleasant.
Therefore, he reached out his hand and put it around Ling Tianya's waist. His voice was warm. "Why are you so happy?"
"Don't change the subject. The doctor clearly told you to look after yourself. What are you doing now? I want to know who gave you this report. Don't they know about your current condition? What are they thinking, giving this report to you at this time?"