Sheng Siyuan was stunned for a moment.
There really was a competition?
"Then, Mr. Sheng, please enjoy your meal while it's hot, I'll go back to rest," Yin Hehe didn't intend to stay any longer.
She picked up her bowl and chopsticks and prepared to leave.
The man's expression finally turned ugly.
"Wait a moment," he called after her. "Since you're back, go do something for me tomorrow."
"..."
Yin Hehe turned back to look at him.
In that instant, it was as if something in her chest jumped again; she couldn't help but feel a faint glimmer of hope.
"My mother accidentally twisted her ankle a few days ago, you go take care of her at the old house for a few days."
"????"
Yin Hehe wondered if she had heard wrong?
At this critical moment, instead of asking her to help with important matters, he was asking her to look after his mother?
Did he not know how much his mother disliked her? Was he doing this on purpose?
Yin Hehe finally lost all hope.
