Rong Qingqing scratched her head and looked at Shen Jue, her eyes bright and serious as she said, "I'm serious, I really healed your legs, so try standing and have a walk."
However, Shen Jue just furrowed his brows at her, clearly not only disbelieving but also quite puzzled at what was up with Rong Qingqing tonight.
Rong Qingqing felt a twinge in her heart.
Her eleven and a half years, her hundred thousand hours of life, it can't be just like this, right?
Is the System messing with her?
Swindling her hundred thousand hours of life without any after-sales service?
Rong Qingqing sat there, looking mournfully at Shen Jue's feet.
Ah, what to do now?
"It's quite late, aren't you sleepy? Shall we rest?" Shen Jue suddenly asked Rong Qingqing.
"Sleep, what sleep? I haven't finished doing the important thing!" Rong Qingqing shoutfully barked at Shen Jue.
Her gaze at Shen Jue was just like that of a stern mother disappointed in her son.
