The assistant looked at Tian Lingyun and said, "Lingyun, are you sick? Your face is so red?"
Descending the stairs, Tian Lingyun pressed a hand to her feverish forehead and replied, "I think I have a bit of a fever. I'll be fine once I get home and use a fever-reducing patch. I'll be leaving first then."
"Oh, then you should head back quickly. Health is the capital of revolution," the assistant urged her.
Tian Lingyun waved at her, hurried down the stairs two at a time, and just as she exited the building, she saw Bo Jinnian leaning against a car with a cigarette in his mouth, watching her seriously, "You're running a fever. Want me to take you to the hospital?"
Tian Lingyun, clenched her teeth in fury, quickly glanced around to see that there were no company employees or paparazzi nearby, and rushed over to kick him in the shin.
Bo Jinnian winced with a twitch of his brow, his voice growing even deeper, "Tian Lingyun, are you asking for trouble?"
