"...With my handsome and suave demeanor, scholarly talents, and distinguished family background, shouldn't all women like me?"
"I'm not a woman."
"Satan, did you forget to take your medication today?"
"..."
Timothy patted his shoulder, "Being sick isn't an excuse to give up therapy; remember to take your medicine on time."
Ya Shitian indifferently pulled away his hand, "The sick one is you."
"Where am I sick?"
"What do you see in that kind of woman?"
"Your taste is also questionable."
Ya Shitian: "..."
...
After lunch, Timothy left again.
He might seem like a carefree young master, but he had a lot of work to do.
Moreover, staying with Ya Shitian was boring; what fun could two grown men have living together?
Ya Shitian worked after lunch.
His work efficiency was high; he finished a day's worth of work in less than an hour.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"How is the person doing?"
