"Master..."
When Li Yuan came in, Zhao Yehong was feeling Qin Huairu's pulse. Li Yuan smiled and shouted, then sat down beside him. Zhao Yehong only looked up and confirmed that she was whole, but ignored her.
"The anger is too strong, and the anxiety is too great. Open a pair of tartary buckwheat tea and go back to drink it for two days, and you should open your mind, or you will cure the symptoms but not the root causes."
Zhao Yehong said with a cool face.
Qin Huairu sighed and said: "Director Zhao, you don't know my difficulties. My family is only a boy. He went to the countryside to join the queue in northern Shaanxi when he was a teenager. He hasn't eaten since he was young