"Well... I think, you know, treating an illness should look like treating an illness, right?"
Seeing Chen Bin's hesitant look, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but wrinkle her brow.
"If there's anything else you want to say, just say it quickly. Who knows what you're doing if you keep dawdling?"
"Just now, I suddenly had a bit of a feeling, could you help me again?"
Staring at Chen Bin for a long time, Zhao Xinmei finally sighed helplessly.
"Tell me, how do you want me to help?"
Looking at her delicate jade feet, Chen Bin subconsciously swallowed.
"Mom, actually, compared to your legs, I prefer your feet."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xinmei's pretty face was filled with anger.
"I don't care what you like; at most, I can only satisfy you with legs and stockings. Beyond that, don't even think about it!"
Chen Bin knew she was soft-hearted and immediately pretended to be pitiful.
