Replace him...?
If not for the glass incident last night, Qin Yiren might have nodded in agreement.
Although the other person is disabled, he is still a young man, and the feeling of a man and woman being alone in a room inevitably feels odd.
Lightly biting her lip in some hesitation, she thought of the man's cheap clothes and blood-stained gloves, and finally shook her head: "No need to bother, it's only seven days anyway."
Yan Xiaye didn't take this small episode to heart, placed the breakfast brought from the villa on the small table, and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of clean water to help Qin Yiren wash up.
Afterward, she watched Qin Yiren slowly drink the congee and softly spoke: "Two designers are arriving in Jianghai this afternoon. I'm planning to take them to that Michelin restaurant we went to last time. How's your health? Can you come with me?"
