"Have you suffered from a strange illness since childhood?" Yang Wenxiao asked, not even letting Bei Yun get up. He reclined leisurely in the seat of honor, holding a cup of Milk Tea in his hand. He quite liked the Milk Tea made by Qiao Xiaomai, not only in winter but also now that spring had begun.
"Yes."
"Tell me about it in detail." Yang Wenxiao took a leisurely sip of his Milk Tea, looking as if he were watching a play.
"Yes." Bei Yun's attitude remained respectful as he repeated the same story he had told Bei Lingsu, this time with many more details, but he skimmed over the specifics of the medicine he had taken.
By the time he finished speaking, Yang Wenxiao had downed half a cup of Milk Tea.
After having two cups of Milk Tea, Yang Wenxiao's expression did not betray any joy or anger. He set down the teacup and asked, "How is the Duan family doing in Longshi Country?"
