"Are you serious?" Chuxia glanced at the wall clock, then couldn't help but reach out to touch Luo Xiaoqiong's forehead. "It's not midnight, and you don't have a fever..."
"Go, go..." Luo Xiaoqiong brushed away her hand. "I'm here to discuss serious matters with you. How can you look down on me like that? You think only you can make progress, and others can't?"
"That's not what I mean. We've already discussed that you should take the exam, and you tried for a while. But then you started a pattern of inconsistency, and later, you said it was better to choose what's suitable for yourself rather than force it. Now, suddenly changing your mind at a time like this, how could I not be shocked?"
Chuxia turned her head to look at Zhao Qihui, who was quietly sitting aside like a background prop. "Sister Qihui, what did you say to her that got her so excited?"
