An Lan's face bore signs of illness, her pale lips looking unnaturally white. Zhang Ya frowned, supporting her arm with one hand and thoughtfully nodding.
"Indeed, Lanlan, your resistance is too weak. Once you recover this time, you must exercise to increase your resistance. This winter, you indeed won the title of the sickest in the family. If this continues, Director Huo would probably want to keep you in his pocket."
An Lan's smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth, almost spitting blood with frustration.
Exercise, alright, alright, I got it.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she suddenly started coughing violently, "Cough, cough, cough!"
The severe coughing turned An Lan's complexion redder, but it wasn't a healthy blush. Zhang Ya panicked slightly, placing a hand on her back to ease her breathing.
Huo Zhanting entered carrying breakfast, walking in to witness this scene.
