Gao Qiuyu shook his head.
If he knew the answer, why would he have paid?
He hadn't even earned a paycheck yet, and he was already out a thousand yuan.
"Talks too much." Wen Ying's simple three words made both Gao Qiuyu and Zhang Wenliang turn to look at her.
'Is talking too much a disease?'
Zhang Wenliang only had to think for a moment before he understood the crucial point. "I get it."
"What?" Gao Qiuyu stared at him, hoping for an explanation.
'Was he, the subject of all this, the only one who didn't have a clue what was going on?'
"Ask Sister Wen Ying yourself." Zhang Wenliang sat down on the sofa, casually picked up a pristine-looking book from beside him, and started to read.
"Doctor Wen, what exactly is my problem?"
