Jing Yao avoided her gaze. "I'm quite busy this month. I don't have time to go."
Zhu Ling glared at her. "Busy my ass. Do you think I don't know that you've been idle at Liang Xun's house this month? You didn't do anything at all."
Jing Yao looked at Zhu Ling ingratiatingly. "Lingling, I feel that I've recovered. There's no need to see a doctor anymore."
Zhu Ling did not waver at all. "It's not up to you to decide if you're good or not. The doctor has to say it."
Jing Yao pursed her lips. "How about this? I'll go after the recording of this show is over, okay?"
Zhu Ling's expression finally improved a little. "Sure, you'd better keep your word. By the way, do you take your medicine every day?"
Jing Yao nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes."
