"Assist me?!" Qian was very surprised, thinking that her position as a small doctor might not be grand enough for a world-class authority to "assist" her, right?
After pondering for a moment, Qian understood.
This was Mr. Qio giving her some face, right? He must have thought that he wasn't doing well enough and wanted to personally resolve it?
"Do you have another plan?"
"Sort of. You sit outside, eat cake, drink milk, and watch me go in and handle it." Mr. Qio meant to give Qian a live demonstration.
"Does my wife need you to interfere with something she can handle well?" Yu Minglang was displeased. His wife had clearly done a great job, just needed a few more attempts to succeed. Was this old man intending to appear midway to steal the limelight? Absolutely unacceptable!
Mr. Qio looked at Yu Minglang with disdain, "I never said Qian was handling it poorly. Even if it's questioned, it's still Qian's credit. I'm merely assisting her, assisting, do you understand?"
