"You... Can you come out?"
After a moment of silence, Xu Wenping said something. The short-haired lady inside was nervous at first, then her face turned red. She lowered her eyebrows and took a look.
Before she could answer, Xu Wenping lowered his voice and said, "I brought you some paper… That kind of… paper, understand?"
The short-haired girl was stunned for a moment. Then, she suddenly thought of the 'bloody disaster' that Xu Wenping had said to her when she was pulling the iron.
Are you a fortune-teller?
"Actually, my real identity is a doctor. I saw that you didn't look well just now," Xu Wenping said seriously.
Hearing this, the short-haired girl was stunned and roughly believed it. Then, she heard Xu Wenping's honest and kind words, "Open the door a little and I'll pass it to you."
"This... Fine!"
The short-haired girl thought that she couldn't just sit there like this. After hesitating for a while, she opened the door.
