"Hello, Miss Weiwei." Zhang Huasheng walked over with a smiling face.
Gan Wei'er was never stingy with her smiles, especially her innocent and obedient smile, the kind that old people liked the most. "Divine Doctor Grandpa, you're bringing medicine to Sister Yun again, how hardworking."
"Yes, it's so late and you're still not resting?"
Zhang Huasheng walked past her, suddenly raised his hand and touched her hair. Gan Wei'er instinctively took a step back, and Zhang Huasheng, holding a withered leaf between his fingers, smiled and said, "You have a leaf in your hair, I picked it off for you."
Gan Wei'er awkwardly smiled, "Thank you, Divine Doctor Grandpa." She really was startled, as Divine Doctor Grandpa looked kind-hearted and wouldn't take advantage of her. Just the thought of it made her feel sleazy.
Zhang Huasheng walked away happily with the medicine bowl in hand.
Suddenly, Gan Wei'er sneezed, rubbed her nose, and felt a bit itchy.
