"I'm fine." Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids. His eyes were clear and he looked fine. "Uncle Liang, don't worry about me. Go ahead."
"Mm." Liang Conglin was old friends with Old Master Ye in private and was also a whole 12-year cycle older than him. Ye Wangchuan called him Uncle Liang, so he did not stand on ceremony. After agreeing, he asked him, "Do you want me to get the waiter to bring a bowl of hangover soup for you?"
Ye Wangchuan casually looked at his cell phone. Qiao Nian had not sent him a message. He placed his arm on the table and pressed his fingers against his high nose bridge as he frowned, not knowing what to think. He was about to reject him when he picked up his cell phone again. He stood up and said, "No need. I'll go out for a walk and take a breather."
"Then later…" Liang Conglin wanted to ask if he would return.
