The Old Task Force's Real Mission

"Jiang Xiaoyue!" Shang Jianyao jumped up. "You're still alive?"

Jiang Xiaoyue replied expressionlessly, "Of course, I'm still alive."

"Aren't you a vegetable?" Shang Jianyao had a shocked expression.

Jiang Xiaoyue—who was sitting cross-legged by the bay window—said coldly, "It's cured."

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Shang Jianyao clapped and praised sincerely, "A medical miracle."

Jiang Xiaoyue's eyebrows twitched slightly when she heard that.

Perhaps sensing the sarcasm in this sentence, Shang Jianyao quickly diverted the other party's attention. "Why does the person who enters your room contract the Heartless disease?"

Jiang Xiaoyue raised her chin slightly and replied, "How can I waste food that comes knocking on my door?"

Shang Jianyao fell silent for a while before arguing, "But I was fine after entering Dawn's dream."