"Miss Qiao." Gu San did not dare to look at her as he asked, "Do you want to change your clothes?"
Qiao Nian took a sip of water to moisten her throat. Her throat was finally not that dry and uncomfortable. Hearing this, she turned around and twisted the bottle cap with her beautiful hand. "Why are you here?"
Qiao Nian noticed that he had brought someone with him.
It was a woman.
The clueless 27 or 28-year-old wore gold-framed glasses on her fair face. She seemed a little reserved and curious behind Gu San, carrying a medicine box.
A doctor?
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows in surprise. She walked over and placed the water bottle on the table. "He asked you to come?"
Her voice was lowered by an inch. It was hoarse and pleasant to the ears.
