Ahri glanced at the Snow King's milk tea in her hand, thinking that this cup wasn't expensive, and bought it for thirty.
When Wang Jiao saw that Ah Li actually obediently swept the money, she was greatly shocked. "Are you really that honest?"
Ahri stood up and said, "It's for the milk tea."
Wang Jiao smacked her lips and muttered, "This was my treat, but now you're the one paying."
Ahri didn't care, "It's all the same."
After saying that, Ahri went back.
The original owner's previous job was as a streamer, and Ahri had no intention of continuing to stream.
She went home and fell asleep immediately.
The next day, I went to work at the clinic on time.
Sometimes, he would go out with Wang Wenxuan, and sometimes he would do odd jobs at the clinic.
When Wang Jiao wasn't around, Ali would hang the QR code for receiving payments around his neck and dangle it by the door from time to time.
Sometimes, when Wang Wenxuan was treating patients, he would also notice Ali's diligent and responsible figure every day.
He moved his shoulder and felt that most of his injuries had healed.
Ah Li wasn't idle either; sometimes she would take a beautiful photo and send it to her online boyfriend, or send him a message saying she missed him.
Ahri felt that this person shouldn't be exposed yet; they should be kept in reserve, as they would be useful later.
Today, Ali sat at the entrance of the clinic, pulled down her white off-the-shoulder top a little, looked at her phone with a dazed expression, and took a picture.
Wang Wenxuan looked at Ah Li with a complicated expression. What was this person doing?
Has the illness recurred?
Ali sent the photo to her online boyfriend, followed by a voice message: "Honey, do I look good like this?"
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