Mu Shaochen said, "Wanwan, don't sleep yet, get up and dry your hair. You've caught a cold, you definitely shouldn't sleep with wet hair."
Qin Wan pretended to be drowsy, "I've already got a cold, it doesn't matter if my hair is wet."
"Wanwan, I'll call Yu Xusheng and ask him to come over to dry your hair for you."
"Don't you dare."
Qin Wan said displeased, "You left me in City A today and went back to Ye City by yourself, yet you still care whether I catch a cold or not. If you really cared, you would come to the Imperial Capital and help me dry my hair."
On the other end of the phone, a moment of silence followed.
When his voice came again, it carried a hint of helplessness, "Wanwan, even if I left now, it would be midnight by the time I got there. How about I keep you company over video while you dry your hair? Would that be okay?"
"Why should I listen to you?"
