He can't tolerate spicy food, especially at Wei Ying's five-alarm level.

"I humbly thank the kind, merciful, generous Wei-gege for not enforcing me such torture." He said, almost deadpan as he walks out of the field finally away from the crowd and spectators, and going to the main lobby of the hotel now.

"Wei-gege should be the one asking questions of what he doesn't know about Lan Zhan. What does Wei Ying doesn't know about Lan Zhan?"