Lu You pressed Gu Xia's hand. When they touched, Gu Xia felt a bit sensitive and quickly withdrew her hand.
Lu You, with a trace of embarrassment... The old Gu Xia wouldn't have been so sensitive. It seemed that things really... had changed.
After an awkward moment, Gu Xia took the initiative to ask him, "Old Lu, you fell ill—does this have something to do with me?"
"Why would you say that?" Lu You looked at Gu Xia, merely smiling gently.
"Is it because I said those things that day? You got angry with me and got sick because of it."
Lu You stared at Gu Xia for a while before laughing with a "Pfft."
"What's so funny?" Gu Xia lifted her head, puzzled.
"You, you're still such a child... I'm too old to be getting sick from anger. Don't underestimate me; I'm the senior team leader of the Commercial Crime Investigation Department, Lu You. I'm not so easily beaten. I'm not afraid of criminals; how could I be afraid of a little girl like you?"
