Heng said, "Alright, then you can take care of Captain while you stay at the base, wait for us to bring back some food for you."
Ji Zhiyao nodded. "Okay."
The rest left after they had finished putting on their jackets. Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng were the only two people left in the training room. Ji Zhiyao asked, "You're really not feeling well?"
Mo Huaifeng nodded. "I have a slight headache, I might be getting a cold."
"Go sit on the sofa in the living room, I'll get you a glass of water." Ji Zhiyao said, "Why not take some cold medicine first?"
Mo Huaifeng frowned deeply, resistance written all over his face. "No need, just give me a glass of water."
Ji Zhiyao was helpless.
The team dictator who feared nothing and no one was afraid of taking medicine. If he shared this tidbit of information, nobody would believe it.
