Zi Ling felt perfectly entitled as she occupied Li Qing's office, delving into the materials about King Qi's Underground Palace.
Li Qing could tolerate his tranquility being disturbed, it was no big deal.
But the nerve of this woman—she even started to boss Li Qing around.
One moment she wanted food, the next she wanted tea. Green tea wouldn't do, she insisted on white tea.
Attending to her was even more troublesome than dealing with a bedridden woman.
Finally, after bringing her tea yet again, Li Qing couldn't hold back, "Wang Ziling, I think at this rate, I might as well help you with your toileting too? I've brought the food, served the tea, I might as well go for the full package."
"In your dreams!" Zi Ling snorted in response.
"Come on, be good, don't be shy. I'm quite sympathetic towards a beautiful woman with impaired mobility." Li Qing moved over to Zi Ling, pretending to lift her from her chair.
