Ye Linlang looked up at Jiang Qiran's wall clock and realized it was already half past five.
She looked at Jiang Qiran hesitantly.
"I am a little hungry, but… are you trying to enslave the patient?"
Although she said that she came to Jiang Qiran's house for make up lessons and that the price was for her to cook for Jiang Qiran.
But now that her left tibia was injured, although she would probably recover in two or three days, at least for today, it would still be very difficult for her to stand in the kitchen and cook!
…
Jiang Qiran glanced at Ye Linlang indifferently with a mischievous expression.
"I wasn't asking you to cook. Why? In your eyes, am I the kind of person who likes to enslave sick people?"
Ye Linlang knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly made up with Jiang Qiran.
