Even during dinner, Xia Bo's mind was elsewhere.
At first, Luo tianlin had wanted her to cook, but when he saw her holding her phone with a depressed look on her face, he couldn't bear to torment her. So, when Lin Qi returned to the old mansion, he personally ordered a private kitchen Dish to be served at zhuyuan.
"Don't count the meters,"
Luo tianlin frowned when he saw that she had only eaten a little more than Sparrow points after nearly ten minutes.
Sherbar grinned at him in pain.
Rice.
Money.
With every pill she ate, she was reminded of the 100000 Yuan that she had not received and the extra 5000 Yuan that she had spent. She did not know when she would be able to get it back even if she wrote an IOU.
"Ah!"
She had no appetite.
Luo tianlin's face darkened. I've asked Chen Xin to check on your parents. They only suffered a mild heatstroke and have already returned home from the hospital. Do you want to go back and visit them? "
