As soon as the door closed, Meimei excitedly lifted her skirt and ran to his side, her crystal-clear eyes sparkling.
"Tingye, you're amazing! Just two words and he's really waiting outside. I've talked so much today, and he wouldn't stay more than three steps away from me. Even when I changed clothes, he was guarding the dressing room door; I was scared to death."
"What's with this box of medicine? Are your stomach and intestines not feeling well?" Dan Tingye glanced at the small box in his hand, which was a bottle of medicine, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Ah?"
Meimei met his gaze, looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, and then laughed.
"The medicine is real, but my discomfort is fake. If I hadn't said that, I worry I wouldn't have had the chance to speak with you alone."
