Qiao Jing had been fooling Zhan Qipei for three days, and this noon happened to have something to do, so she took a stomach medicine in front of him from the medicine bottle.
"I'm going out for a bit, I've got the medicine with me."
"Do you want me to drive you?"
Zhan Qipei was very pleased that Qiao Jing took the initiative to carry the medicine herself.
The way Qiao Jing looked in pain that day was deeply engraved in his mind.
Zhan Qipei, worried that the incident might happen again, watched Qiao Jing take her medicine responsibly every day.
"No need, I can take a taxi."
Qiao Jing glanced at the time; she had arranged to meet Lin Xiuxiang at the mall at one o'clock.
Zhan Qipei took out his black card from his wallet and handed it to Qiao Jing.
"Use my card."
Qiao Jing shook her head, put the black card back, and as she bent down to tie her shoelaces at the entrance, she didn't forget to speak to Zhan Qipei.
"I'll go first."
