Ran Yan lowered her head, extinguished the lamp, stretched lazily, and hearing footsteps, turned around to see Xing Niang lifting the curtain.
Xing Niang caught sight of Ran Yan, and paused slightly, "Wife, why are you up?"
"Didn't I agree yesterday to appointments with two patients? Today, I have to go into the city to treat them," Ran Yan settled in front of the makeup mirror.
