No matter how small the fan groups were, there were Eight Immortals fans and fans of the program. They usually had a friendly relationship, but now, they were united against the outsiders too and had joined the crusade.
Ling Sheng looked at Si Chengluo's wound and felt the pain. "Is your schedule packed recently? I'll get my father to give you half a year off!"
Si Chengluo looked at her. "Half a year of leave? Are you going to take care of me?"
Ling Sheng nearly choked on her own saliva. What has happened to this little brother recently? He kept saying shocking things. Thankfully, there were only the two of them in the lounge now. Otherwise, they would definitely have been misunderstood. She let out a low cough. "Actually, it's nothing much. Just reduce the intensity of your workload slightly."
"It's just a small injury. I won't die." Si Chengluo did not care.