Zuo Xingyun saw the stubbornness in her eyes and her uncompromising stance, finally giving in, "Fine, fine, fine, I'll postpone the meeting until the afternoon. A whole morning of IV drips should be enough, right? Let's go."
Xiang Wan didn't stop complaining on the way, even though her voice was still unpleasant, "I told you not to sleep with me, but you just wouldn't listen. Now, look what's happened, you got yourself sick too. You're such a stubborn person, nearly thirty, why are you still so obstinate?"
Zuo Xingyun's symptoms were starting to show, and her constant nagging was making him a bit dizzy, "Say anything else, but please don't attack my age."
Xiang Wan retorted without kindness, "You're that old anyway, why can't I mention it?"
"Just say whether a man nearing thirty can make you happy or not."
It turned out that fighting magic with magic was the most effective method.
Xiang Wan's face turned red, "Shameless..."
Actually, it was quite joyful...