It's officially work time at eight o'clock.
Fang Min walked to the nurse's station and saw the two of them talking so early, but didn't get close to them as usual. Perhaps because she noticed the unpleasant expression on Head Nurse Zhu's face from a distance, she felt a bit worried for Little One. Turning around, she found Yan Yajing, who had also just arrived, and asked, "Where's Shen Jiayin?"
"I tried to pick her up this morning. That kid said she wanted to take a walk, and went out while I was still brushing my teeth and washing my face. She should be walking over," Yan Yajing said, thinking to herself about how this kid wakes up at five-thirty every morning, makes the bed, prepares breakfast, truly a model of models. Living with this kid, if not for being thick-skinned, she would have likely dug a hole to bury herself already.
