"I should thank you." Xin Huohuo lowered her head, not daring to look at Bei Mingyuan.
"No need. This is just a transaction," Bei Mingyuan said calmly.
At that, Xin Huohuo lifted her head and asked, "Are… are you okay?"
"As long as you can make that 'Whatever' dish, I should be fine." Bei Mingyuan tossed out this remark and returned to his room to change clothes.
Xin Huohuo stood frozen for several seconds.
'Would someone like Bei Mingyuan really talk like such a scoundrel? And besides, why is this whole situation so awkward?'
