Wen Jiao took the medicine from Shen Zhaoli's hand, her head lowered, voice somewhat unnatural, "Can you do me a favor?"
Even Miss Wen is speaking up, Shen Zhaoli looked surprised, raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Is the sun rising from the west? What favor? Is it my turn to help?"
Wen Jiao looked at Shen Zhaoli's casual demeanor, thinking this person really was like a child, not reliable at all. But as things were, she didn't have anyone else to ask for help, so she slightly turned her body, motioning for Shen Zhaoli to come inside.
"No, no, it wouldn't be good for me just to go in, right?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled, "Let's not be so familiar with each other, shall we? I'll just stay outside, you speak, I'll listen."
A flash of annoyance crossed Wen Jiao's eyes; she was not someone with a good temper. She had just given Shen Zhaoli face, yet he wouldn't take it, suddenly she coldly said: "You can leave! I'll ask someone else!"
Saying that, she really turned around to leave.
