"Are you done talking so soon?"
Cheng Zhiqian hummed, then added, "I have nothing more to say to her."
He picked up Li Qiumei's lunch box and walked towards the sink.
"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't finished eating yet." Li Qiumei muttered softly.
But Cheng Zhiqian walked away without looking back, as if he didn't hear anything.
Alas, what a pity for that half pig's trotter. I didn't have time to take a few more bites.
When Cheng Zhiqian was washing the dishes, he discovered that Li Qiumei didn't seem to have eaten much of her meal.
When he came back from washing the dishes, he saw Li Qiumei still sitting in the corridor in a daze.
"Don't worry too much, this injury won't affect your ability to walk in the future.
Doctor Mao said that I will recover quickly today."
“Oh, that’s good.
Did Dr. Mao say when I can be discharged from the hospital?
If I don't leave the hospital, it will be difficult for my boss to deal with me."
Cheng Zhiqian sat down.
"If you're so worried about your limp, shouldn't you fix your foot first and then worry about other things?"
Li Qiumei glanced at her injured foot and said, "That being said, it's not easy to find a suitable job these days. I always feel it's a pity.
Oh, forget it, don't think about it, let's get our feet healed first."
Li Qiumei stood up and said, "Cheng Zhiqian, go back.
I'm going to take a walk downstairs."
"Let's go together."
Cheng Zhiqian went in and picked up the lunch box, and the two of them went downstairs together.
Lin Zhiya stood in front of the window, looking at the two people downstairs, and her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
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