Who knows if it's just bad luck, but after twisting his ankle, the moist climate of the forest, compounded by the winter season, led to a cold as well.
He should be feeling better by now.
After swallowing his medicine in one gulp, Ying Zhouyuan finally had a chance to greet Musheng, "Sister Musheng, you've come down so quickly? Are your things packed?"
"Packing can be done after dinner. I heard that you're leaving soon?"
Everyone has their busy schedules, and Ying Zhouyuan was the first to leave. He was quite busy and needed to rush to Dubai to catch the red-eye flight back home.
"I have a magazine shoot and an interview show to rush back for, so I'll be leaving soon."