With no other questions to discuss, and Xiao Wen not volunteering any "criminal record" of her own, Lin Li said goodbye to the two of them. Song Luping had been planning to leave anyway, so the two walked out together.
When they reached Lin Li's bicycle, Song Luping said, "The document's actually already half edited. Tomorrow or the day after, I'll go to Shui Nan Bridge to check out some more shops for you. Once I've polished it up, I'll give you the first draft as soon as possible. Ow—"
"What's wrong, Brother?"
Hearing the cry of pain, Lin Li looked up at Song Luping.
"Nothing. I think an ant just put me in a rear naked choke." Song Luping waved a hand.
Lin Li: "..."
It was obvious that, despite his tough talk, Song Luping knew perfectly well how weak he had become.
"Brother... why don't you listen to Xiao Wen? Stop while you still can. If you keep taking that medicine, your body will collapse." Lin Li was genuinely afraid Song Luping would vanish in an instant.
"There's no going back. And I have to keep taking the medicine. Bufan, you need to understand—what girls hate most is when you say it's too late, then it happens in a flash. I don't want to see the disappointment on their faces," Song Luping said in a low voice.
Apologize to that phrase for me. This was the worst slander "too late, then it happens in a flash" had ever suffered.
Also, could chickens really be disappointed? Wouldn't they get off work early? Shouldn't they be smiling and saying, "This money is so easy to earn—six hundred in three seconds"? "You can still recover, Brother Ping. You're still young. What will you do in the future if you keep this