"The most important thing now is to find a way to stop the itch."
"Qingyou, if you have a way, please help me."
Zhao Yingnan was trying her best not to scratch it, and it was still very hard.
"That's easy." Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly.
"But you have to work for me for a day."
Before Zhao Yingnan could say anything, Lin Xing already had an opinion, "I've already become like this, and you still want me to help you with work? Do you have a conscience?"
"I remember that you were just bitten by a mosquito, not missing an arm or a leg?" Song Qingyou was surprised.
Lin Xing was indignant. you know that I was just bitten by a mosquito. You want me to work for you for such a small matter? On what basis?"
"Because this is survival in the wilderness, not a charity party." Song Qingyou sneered.
"Of course, I don't like to force people to buy or sell. If you're willing, then agree. If you're not, then forget it."
