Ye Wenjun ignored him.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Fang Yu rolled his eyes. Tch, if you won't give it to me, fine. I can just earn it myself.
A chief traditional Chinese medicine doctor with heaven-defying medical skills, afraid of not finding work to do?
Closing his eyes, Fang Yu muttered, "To pursue the Dao through medicine is a path destined to be wrought with hardship..."
...
The next morning.
Fang Yu groggily opened his eyes and reached out to the right, but grabbed nothing.
"Huh? Where's my wife?"
He suddenly sat up.
The sun was already high in the sky.
"She really is so diligent," Fang Yu talked to himself, raising his rough palm and rubbing his fingers, "Pretty smooth, did I do something last night that was worse than a beast?"
Just as he got out of bed, his phone started ringing.
Fang Yu grabbed the phone and glanced at it, it was from Dean Wu Cunzhong.
He was taken aback, this old guy, it has been so long since he called me, what's he want now?
