Tang Ji 'an coughed for a while, then glanced at her. "Please get me a glass of water."
"Oh, oh, oh, Okay, okay," mu Mian quickly replied.
She only thought of pouring water when she was ordered to do so. This made her seem cold and heartless. She did not care about a patient. Mu Mian, you are not that kind of person.
She poured a glass of hot water and handed it to Tang Ji 'an, showing her concern. "You're not in good shape today. Why don't you stop talking?"
you're right. Tang Ji 'an looked up at her. then, can this be counted as one time? "
Mu Mian quickly calculated in her mind. Not counted?
Well, forget it. After all, he was a patient and looked very pitiful, so he would give it to her as a gift.
"Yes, it counts."
Tang Ji 'an's brows relaxed, and he seemed a little pleased, but he still pointed to the sofa by the window. "Have a seat."
It seemed like he still wanted to talk and pour out his heart.
