James was slightly taken aback. He did not expect the landlord to be so difficult to talk to. He could not help but turn to look at the woman on the bed. Anqi lowered her head, put his finger to his mouth and nibbled on it, too ashamed to look into his eyes.
Mughal quickly took out his wallet and personally counted four thousand five to the landlord, then signalled him to leave. When the landlord got the money, his face immediately burst into laughter, and he even kindly helped Anqi say a few words.
"Gentlemen, this Miss has been staying with me for three months. I don't think she's in good health. When you come over, you should send her to the Hospital. She's really healthy. It's really worrying."
James nodded, indicating that he knew. When the landlord heard that his face was not good, he said nothing more and quickly walked away. "Let's go. I'll take you to the Hospital." He said to Anqi, who was lying on the bed. Anqi shook his head and said stubbornly:
