Yan Yinuo's heart was in tatters; she had never written a love letter as a child, and never expected that at thirty, she'd be forced into it.
Especially with Xu Zijin calmly sitting next to her, watching her every move, making her scalp tingle.
"I'm still a patient right now, can we postpone it?" Yan Yinuo tried to negotiate with Xu Zijin after a long while of being at a loss.
He slightly furrowed his brow, reminded by Yan Yinuo's plea.
Given her pale face, likely to be blown away by the wind, combined with her inability to write a love letter, the chances of her writing one quickly seemed bleak.
"End of the month at the latest," the man replied coldly.
End of the month...
Only half a month left...
Yan Yinuo immediately beamed happily, breathing a sigh of relief.
Half a month is more than enough time.
"Thank you." Now, looking at Xu Zijin, he seemed all the more pleasing.
Xu Zijin snorted softly, "Who wouldn't offer verbal thanks?"
The key was, he didn't care for it.
