What is Mo Xingyuan asking about?
"I'm not crazy." Mo Xingyuan said with a stern face, "Just answer my question."
Chu Yihan: ...
"Speak."
After waiting for a long time without a response from Chu Yihan, Mo Xingyuan thought he had hung up and glanced at the ongoing call on his phone, prompting him to urge.
"If you've damaged your brain, I can refer you to an overseas doctor."
Chu Yihan's voice finally rang out again, but it made Mo Xingyuan feel a surge of annoyance.
"Chu Yihan, we've known each other for so many years, do you really wish I hit my head?"
What good would it do him if he damaged his brain?
"If it's not that you've damaged your brain, then you're asking me for something?"
It was rare for Chu Yihan to see the essence behind the phenomenon, understanding the true intent from Mo Xingyuan's seemingly aimless words.
Mo Xingyuan clearly choked for a second, then quickly braced himself and said, "Asking you for what, I'm just asking casually."
