"Mr. Tang, this is the cold medicine you asked for." The waiter specially took the medicine and put it aside. Although this was said to Tang Ling, it was also said to the younger prince.
When the younger prince heard the waiter's words, his eyes flashed. Tang Ling actually prepared medicine for him?!
"Okay, you can leave." Tang Ling picked up the medicine and looked at it, then put it back.
The waiter quickly left.
"Get up, eat your breakfast, and then take the medicine." After the waiter left, Tang Ling turned to look at the younger prince again. This time, his tone seemed to be a lot tougher than before.
The younger prince looked at the medicine on the table, and the corner of his lips twitched. How could he not take the medicine?
"I just have a small cold. I don't need to take the medicine." Lin Bei looked at the medicine on the table and refused in his heart. He usually hated taking medicine, and now he did not want to.
