"Goodbye, Teacher Fang and Teacher Luo~"
They ate for an hour and a half.
They finally finished eating.
"Goodbye, Xiaochuan, and Xiaoyin, stay safe tonight…"
The black car window slowly closed.
The car moved slowly, and Fang Man's face was filled with despair.
"This crappy place is a thousand a person!!!"
Dr. Fang's heart was crying.
"Oh, Old Fang, at least we ate something authentic, didn't we? No worries, no worries."
Dr. Luo sat in the passenger seat.
With a calm demeanor at this moment.
"No worries, why are you staring at your 3.5 yuan WeChat balance all day! Spent all your pocket money this month? Planning to roll tobacco and take the bus to work?"
Dr. Luo stabbed with a soft knife.
As a senior attending anesthesiologist, Dr. Luo's monthly salary is about fifteen thousand.
