Si Mingjing didn't know what he intended?
Until two days later, a strange number rang, she answered the call, and the elegant voice of Qu Liushang came through: "Ajiu, I'm sick, could you treat me?"
Si Mingjing's brow twitched, and she quickly thought of what Mo Yinhe told her at the dinner table two days ago.
Si Mingjing had been waiting for this call for several days, anxious as hell, but now her voice sounded languid, carrying a trace of impatient arrogance: "Doesn't your country have doctors? Sorry, I'm very busy and can't manage to come."
Qu Liushang's voice sounded helpless on the phone: "I've hired every doctor I could, if it weren't absolutely necessary, Ajiu I wouldn't want to trouble you. It's said that healers have benevolent hearts..."
Si Mingjing directly cut off Qu Liushang's words: "I grew up on Prison Star, living alongside various criminals since childhood, I don't have the word 'benevolent heart,' all I know is that there's no free lunch in the world."
