Until she could not vomit anymore or feel nauseated.
She slowly raised her head, still holding the nail clipper she had just used to trim the old master's nails, and flushed the toilet with a casual press on the lever.
Only when the filth in the toilet was washed away did she stand up straight.
Thinking of the greasy taste of the roast duck, it must have been the cause of her discomfort and reflux.
She hadn't given it any further thought.
She rinsed her mouth, walked out, and continued to trim the old man's nails.
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Downstairs.
The elevator had just reached the first floor.
The doors opened on both sides and Yun Mo, who was standing in the first position, should usually be the first one to exit.
But a figure that made him feel annoyed––Yuan Yifan––was coming towards him. Not exactly familiar but undeniably irritating.
