Jiang Chengsi couldn't escape his room, and the people "chasing" him suddenly rushed in from all directions, startling him awake. Due to his cold, he broke out in a feverish sweat.
His nose cleared up, and he felt a lot better overall.
He picked up his phone; the other party had replied:
[It's okay, I know you didn't mean it, no need to treat me to a meal.]
[How are you feeling? Are you okay?]
There was another message on his phone from Jiang Shiyi, probably knowing he was sick, but the message read:
[Did you not take the medicine I prepared for you last night? Still bothering Xiaowu and his wife. I'm not home lately; are you not eating and sleeping on time, flipping day and night again...]
Jiang Shiyi sent a long string of messages, chastising him a lot. Comparing it to the previous message asking about his health, he felt his own brother was simply a demon.
He didn't even care if he was feeling better.
