Qian loves money, but money can't buy the obedience of a former rival waiting for her, so rather than squeezing Ye Xiaoyu dry, Qian prefers another kind of reward that feels more satisfying.
After reaching an agreement at the hospital, Qian drove Mr. Liu home.
"An hour for 5000?" Mr. Liu asked in a dangerous tone as he buckled his seatbelt.
The air conditioning hadn't even been turned on, yet the chill seemed to pass through. Qian answered with a jovial smile.
"I sometimes do charity work, keep the original intention in mind!"
Mr. Liu was amused, though he realized Qian truly did some charity work this time. Despite the suspicion of indirectly dealing with former rivals, her overall performance was decent.
"Little Rocket, why are you so concerned about this kid? Treating depression doesn't need a doctor to be with them day and night, does it?"
Having the patient move opposite her home seemed overly concerned.
