Ultimately, it was Jiang Xingye who made a hasty retreat.
Xu Qinghuan looked down at the ointment he tossed into her arms, feeling a bit bewildered. She hadn't done anything, right? Could it be that the big shot had some kind of mind-reading ability and figured out she had just thought about tasting his lips?
Honest to heavens, she was just thinking about it and never intended to actually do it.
Surely, he wouldn't think she was some female pervert!
This really is too unjust!
A woman seeing a handsome man and wanting a kiss isn't a crime!
Xu Qinghuan felt speechless, put away the ointment, then pulled out a scarf from her bag, wrapping it tightly around her head and nose, and continued weeding.
This time speeding up a little bit.
When the end-of-morning work broadcast sounded, Xu Qinghuan had just barely finished weeding a row. The scorekeeper came over, a girl with a round face and long braided pigtails.
