Doesn't Your Conscience Hurt?

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

This month, Qin Jianxi had a better rest and Fu Ge had collected many precious herbs.

Qin Jianxi's legs recovered even faster.

However, she was still in a wheelchair.

Fu Ge was finally chased to work by Qin Jianxi.

On this day, Qin Jianxi was sitting in the living room after lunch when she saw Butler Ji walk in.

"Miss, someone is looking for you outside."

Qin Jianxi looked up and asked, "Uncle Ji, who is it?"

Butler Ji glanced at her and replied, "It's Qin Tianhao."

Qin Tianhao? Qin Jianxi was in a trance for a moment. She hadn't remembered this person's name for more than five years.

However, this person had nothing to do with her. She said directly, "No."

Butler Ji spoke again, "Qin Tianhao said that he has something important to see you about. If he can't see you, he won't leave."

Qin Jianxi sneered, "Since he has such an important matter, let him in, Uncle Ji!"