"No way, how am I supposed to clean all this by myself?" Jinsheng had been rich before, living a life of utter laziness, and completely unwilling to do housework.
She walked over to Mo Jiao's wardrobe, picked up his jacket, and casually folded it: "At most, I'll tidy up the wardrobe. For the rest, why don't you do it yourself?"
Seeing Mo Jiao sneer at her without responding, Jinsheng raised her hand to rub her temple and shook her head repeatedly: "I can't do this anymore. My head is spinning, it hurts so bad. I think I'm dying."
Mo Jiao, unable to take it anymore, strode over, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her to the door: "Get out. If you're going to die, don't die in my room."
"Okay then~" Jinsheng immediately sprang back to life.
As she ran off, she didn't forget to turn around and give Mo Jiao a thumbs-up: "Wow, I suddenly feel like I can live again. Dr. Mo, your healing touch is truly miraculous!"
Mo Jiao: ...
Why did he even bother with her?
