He really was about to be driven mad by this woman!
Xia Yuxun, reluctantly and unwillingly, walked over, "Uh, what's up?"
Leng Sichen threw a thick stack of documents at her, "Read these for me!"
Once, when he just had a fever, she would feel sorry for him, not wanting him to overexert himself, and would attentively volunteer to read the documents.
But now, he was hurt like this, and she couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.
Only after losing her did he discover the kind of happiness he once possessed.
Xia Yuxun looked at the densely packed Korean characters in front of her, was about to speak, when suddenly she remembered a scene from five years ago, and her face flushed slightly.
[Xia Yuxun, do you know that your voice is very soft when you read English?]
[Ah? Really?]
[Yeah, it's even softer when you read Korean. It's so soft that it makes people want to do bad things…]
As a result, Xia Yuxun decisively said, "Sorry, I don't understand."
