Yan Ye didn't lose his temper at her.
He now pretended that her fever had burned her brain out.
He just looked at her a few seconds longer with an angry gaze, then turned and left with panache.
Lian Xinying felt a pang of sorrow; as soon as he left, she immediately passed the box to the locksmith, "Master, is this enough to settle the bill?"
The locksmith was a bit puzzled, "No need, someone has already paid. I might even need to give you change."
...
She had obviously already settled the bill with the master, so were Yan Ye's words just because he wanted to see where she lived?
Ten minutes later, the new lock was installed.
After closing the door, the first thing Lian Xinying did was to take off the heavy coat she was wearing.
It was killing her with heat!
Maybe it was because she had sweated a lot just then, but now her headache had eased a lot.
After boiling a kettle of water, Lian Xinying decided not to take any medicine for the time being.
