C41 Working Meal for Blood

Xia Lan nodded her head: "Yes, it's not that serious."

Initially, he had thought Gu Xi Jue was afraid that she would work too hard, and he felt moved by her silence.

Unexpectedly, when Gu Xi Jue heard that she was fine, he said: "If you're okay, then go back to the company to report. I have a bunch of work waiting for you."

"Fascist." Xia Lan muttered with a mosquito-like voice