Tian Zhi couldn't help but recall the time when his mentor was severely injured, Beisitian almost collapsed from exhaustion, but later recovered. If his mentor had been injured to the core that time, the consequences would have been unimaginable, and perhaps there would be no Qingyu today.
"I can help you restore your spirit," Beisitian said.
Jiang Mingzhong heard this and shook his head with a bitter smile, a very poignant expression, "Young lady, honestly, I appreciate your kindness, but instead of wasting energy treating me, you'd be better off recommending a job to me. I just want to move out and live independently now."
"You don't believe me, sir?" Beisitian asked with a faint smile.
