wrapped over eighty wontons. The remaining filling was just enough to wrap twenty or so smaller wontons, which would be Song Lin's midnight snack.After placing the wontons in a storage container and...The door creaked open a sliver, but Shen Yian didn't come out. He just extended a hand and pushed out a document.

"My hair got my coat wet, I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow."

"And the clothes you left on the sofa, the washing machine should be done. You can air them out yourself. Oh, and if you have something difficult to say, I used to help with hospital events and know quite a few doctors. I could introduce you to one."

"...."

Song Lin hesitated for a moment, unspoken He looked like this kind of person

He was about to ask when Shen Yian's door had already closed. out it was all internal digestion. I finally saw a handsome male programmer, and he turned out to be a girl with a girly heart.Song Lin stared at the pink bento box in front of him, frowning. Was Sh...