After hurriedly tidying up, Sun Zhe quickly exited the small compartment and went up to pull open the rolling shutter door.
"Auntie, so early?"
Jiang Qinglan wore a black dress, matched with skin-toned high heels, her makeup was delicate yet natural, and the black eyeliner made her demeanor appear even more aloof and aggressive.
Yet, at this moment, her expression was completely unaligned with her demeanor, her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her gaze wasn't as clear and bright as usual.
"Morning, Xiao Zhe."
Sun Zhe noticed her tone was somewhat unusual, as if she were forcibly suppressing some pain, and asked: "What's wrong? Is your condition acting up again?"
Jiang Qinglan lightly sighed, trying to remain calm, using her fingertips to tuck a strand of fragrant hair behind her ear, gently shook her head and said: "It's nothing, just feeling a bit unwell, wanted you to check if it's a problem with my meridians."
