Zhao Yaya's lips curled upward. Getting involved in this sort of meddlesome business was indeed something Song Shuhang would do.
"Alright, it looks like everything you said is true. Even if there's something else you're hiding from me, as long as you didn't come up with this prescription because you wanted to take it yourself, then it's fine." Zhao Yaya shifted her long legs and said indifferently.
"How could I possibly have anything to hide from Sister Yaya?" Song Shuhang immediately buttered her up.
"That was a lie. A really fake one." Zhao Yaya stood up and gave Song Shuhang a karate chop to the head. "But in the blink of an eye, you've already become a university student. It's perfectly normal for someone your age to have secrets of his own, and I'm too lazy to pry into your privacy. Fine, let's forget about this prescription. Just go tell the people in that group not to randomly eat traditional Chinese medicine. Even if they're all great tonics, putting so many together will kill someone."
"Heh heh, got it." Song Shuhang chuckled.
Got it... But the current me couldn't possibly go into the group and advise everyone not to take medicine recklessly, because I'm already one of the people in the medicine-eating army.
"Also, what was with your pale complexion and weak breathing just now?" Zhao Yaya returned to the subject and asked.
"It wasn't a pale complexion! It's mainly because I haven't exercised much over the past year, so my constitution has declined a lot. Even a cold and cough would take more than ten days to go away. That's why I've been getting back into exercising lately. I'd just finished an intense workout when you saw me. Look at me now—I've recovered, haven't I? Besides, I'm in excellent