Qiao Duo'er tidied up the Bai Ji and Bai Zhi before taking a bath and lying on the bed with slices of cucumber on her face, and Tan Zhenghong fanning her at her side. This was the most comfortable moment of her day.
Feeling relaxed, Qiao Duo'er couldn't help but hum a tune again.
The girl's voice was quite good; whatever she sang sounded pleasant.
"Duo'er, once we sell these baskets, you should go to the clinic in town," Tan Zhenghong suddenly said.
Qiao Duo'er looked at Tan Zhenghong, puzzled, "Look at what?"
Did the girl have some hidden ailment? Qiao Duo'er hurriedly searched the original body's memories and found nothing.
No, that's wrong. The original body was a fool; her memories were definitely unreliable. So, Qiao Duo'er felt a bit nervous.
It was tragic enough that she had transmigrated into a foolish bride; they weren't going to screw her over like this, were they?
