Yan Jinghuai was almost angry to death, because the slight guilt he felt for the landlord's daughter losing her job immediately disappeared.

But what if he is driving now? It’s scary to think about it.

"Is it too late for me to pick my throat now?" Yan Jinghuai forced himself to stay alert. "Will washing your face with cold water help?"

Wen Qingyin took his hand and said , " Don't bother. You already have a cold."

I don’t know if it was the effect of the drug, but ...