Lin Zhiqing laid back down and smiled innocently, saying, "Qingqing is the future godly doctor. So what if I say more nice things in front of her?"
This time, even Jian Qingqing despised him. She gave him the middle finger openly and then called for Wei Wusheng and Shen Ji to eat.
Lin Zhiqing was so angry at her that he fell to the ground. Seeing that they were already eating with relish, he was so hungry that his stomach was growling.
It was lunchtime. He smacked his mouth, which had been tasteless for many days, and changed the routine. He said pitifully, "Qingqing'er, you should pity your uncle. I've been eating plain porridge and side dishes for so many days. Can you make me some hotpot? Please!"
Jian Qingqing was stuffing a large mushroom into her mouth, and it was so spicy that she was breathing out.
