"Not a lot, just about five or six times and it should be almost over."
Lu Fengxuan saw Yan Xiaoqi's face turning from green to white, and the suffocation he felt at the hospital had finally dissipated.
A hint of a smile appeared on her face. "Brother Qi, you should actually thank me."
"I saw that your stomach was overheating and you had pimples on your face, so I specially bought you some laxatives to help reduce the heat."
"You, you... I trust you my ass!" Xiaoqi gritted his teeth.
The next second, he sprung up, pushed the chair away, clutched his stomach, and dashed to the restroom like the wind.
This was the third time.
Yan Liu, sitting across, kept clicking his tongue, thinking that it's better to provoke a petty man than to anger a woman.
"Eh... What exactly did he do to annoy Yu Chiyin? I've been curious for so long, are you going to tell me or not?"
Yan Liu was still keen on enjoying the drama unfold.
