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"It's nothing. I just had a cold."

Lu Yiyao took out his phone from his pocket and answered lightly.

"Do you want me to check?"

"Tang Yi has already been dealt with."

Lu Yiyao lowered his eyes and touched the screen of his phone with his ten fingers. He typed in a message and sent it to Lin Ange.

[I'm at the hospital, don't worry.]

The dean didn't dare to ask any further. Nodding his head