C23 (1/2)

Zhan Beitian saw that Mu Yifan had been looking at the seats in the back and asked, ”What are you looking at?”

Mu Yifan retracted his gaze. ”Why didn't your friend prescribe medicine for me when he only gave you a few books?”

”…” Zhan Beitian indifferently glanced at Mu Yifan's face that was covered by the gauze: ”You're allergic to medicine, you don't prescribe medicine.”

Why did he use allergy as an excuse? If he knew earlier, he would have just said that there was a wound on his face.

Now it's all right, no medicine to eat, and a big belly to eat.

Mu Yifan rubbed his bulging stomach, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears: ”Then, did your friend say when my stomach would be better?”

He had a big belly, and it was as ugly as being fat.

Speaking of which, why was he so sad? What did he do wrong to let him into his own book?

Mu Yifan couldn't help but recall the things that happened before he entered the book.

He remembered that when he had just finished writing the novel ”King of the apocalypse”, Zhan Beitian, his childhood friend, came to find him and said that he would be married to his sister next month.

He was stunned for a moment and immediately congratulated her.

He thought for a moment and said happily, ”It just so happens that my novel has ended. Let's go out and celebrate together.”

Zhan Beitian's face instantly darkened. ”You go celebrate with the main character in your novel.”

Finished speaking, he flung the door open and left.

Even now, he still did not understand what Zhan Beitian was angry at.