Xia Yuxun's peculiar smile could be spotted from a distance, and Qin Mengying felt a chill go down her spine. She cautiously sat down beside her and somewhat speechlessly poked her arm, "What are you thinking? With that expression."
Xia Yuxun chuckled, "I was just thinking, if terrorists were to drop a bomb here right now, how many points would the stock market in City A drop by tomorrow?"
"Cough, that's a very constructive thought... Eh, my God! You're not planning to become a suicide bomber, are you? Yuxun, please, don't do anything rash!" Qin Mengying frantically grabbed her hand.
"Please, Sister Mengying, it's time for your medication! Looks like you're the one with the nerve issues lately?" Though Xia Yuxun's words were chilly, she was still touched by Qin Mengying's concern for her.
Qin Mengying massaged her temples, "I do feel a bit... it's all because you scared me."
