Dongfang Wuxin (1)

Alright, alright. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Don't really cry.

LAN 'er said hurriedly.

"I know."

Rosella said in a low voice.

Long Chen, on the other hand, sped up to treat Rosella.

In less than three minutes, Long Chen retracted his hand.

"It's done."

Long Chen said with a smile.

Rosella stood up and moved around. She realized that it really didn't hurt anymore.

"It's amazing. Your technique is amazing."

Rosella said excitedly.

"It's no big deal, go do your work."

Long Chen waved his hand.

"Sir, I haven't asked for your name."

Rosella stared at Long Chen.

"Long Chen,"

"Long Chen, I'll remember it. Please wait."

Rosella quickly got a pen and paper, wrote down her WeChat ID and phone number, and handed it to Long Chen shyly, " "Mr. Long, can I treat you to a meal after we get off the plane?"

forget it. I still have something urgent to attend to. Let's talk about it another day. Long Chen said.