"I drank it all."
"It's pork ribs soup today. Try it later. I'll take a look at your wound first," she said as she rolled up his sleeve.
He Xuyan sat down and let her look at it.
Xu Zhiqin frowned and handed him the ointment.
"I haven't congratulated you yet. Congratulations." He looked down at her fingers.
"Thank you." Xu Zhiqin smiled. When she looked up, her eyes were bright. "I haven't thanked you yet. You helped me with the script, sort out the plot, and iron out the persona. That's how I won. Half of my merit goes to you."
These words made He Xuyan purse his thin lips slightly, and his eyes darkened.
"You worked so hard to win the championship. Why did you give up on 'My Darling'?"
