Early in the morning, Lin Xiaosu woke up to the sound of a dog barking and immediately felt the flow of True Qi throughout his body. He lightly tapped his toes and reached the door, opening it to see Miao Ruolan.
Miao Ruolan was holding his clothes, which were surprisingly neatly pressed.
"You ironed them for me?"
Miao Ruolan smiled lightly: "Mainly because I was worried they wouldn't dry. I used an iron, and they dried by last night... You're going to handle procedures today, Mr. Lin. You can't just run around wearing my dad's old pajamas."
Lin Xiaosu took the clothes: "Let me correct you, we're partners. I'm your boss and you're mine. Besides... Ruolan, seriously, whatever job you're doing, you're worth more than 2000 a month."
The corners of Miao Ruolan's mouth stealthily curled up: "Why don't you tell that to Old Zhou? He pays me 750 for half a month's work, acting as if he's doing me a huge favor..."