Glancing at the slender, white and tender hands exposed, the doctor who was over fifty years old took a breath: "Female...woman...? The landlord...the host...your woman?"
Lian Ao was a little impatient and took off the golden mask, "Uncle Mo, it's me."
"Ah!" Dr. Mo was so surprised that it took him a while to come back to his senses, "Ao'er, why is it you? Are you the golden-faced poster? Are you the poster? The poster who deducted my wages?"
"...You can't blame me, you always get drunk and get into trouble." Lian Ao had a headache, this old man was difficult to deal with.
"It's not all your fault, Master!"
"Uncle Mo, can you check this person's pulse immediately?!" Lian Ao suppressed his anger. If this old man hadn't watched him grow up, he would have beaten him.
"You, why are you talking to me?" The old man stamped his foot and glared at Lian Ao angrily.
Lian Ao couldn't bear it anymore, but he had to endure it... otherwise the master would give him a good look... because this old man was pretended by the master's wife... the master's wife loved to stamp her feet when she was angry...
"Master's wife, can you hurry up? Human lives are a matter of great importance." Lian Ao finally gave up.
Mo Dingqing chuckled, and the old male voice turned into a female voice, "You have seen through it again, do you know my elder brother too well?"
"...It's Master, you always like to stamp your feet. Master, please, please see a doctor quickly, please?"
"Well, look, of course." Mo Dingqing said as she took off her face, revealing a gentle and pleasant face. She looked to be in her thirties, but in fact, her actual age was already over fifty.
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Mo Dingqing stared at the slender hand, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand, and opened the quilt with a swish.
"Ah!" screamed, Mo Dingqing covered her mouth, her eyes widened.
Lian Ao finally couldn't bear it anymore. He had always had no temper, and if he wanted to recruit his master's wife, he would definitely be so angry that he would even disrespect his master's wife.
"Modern! Stop making trouble, okay?! This is a man, not my woman!"
Unexpectedly, this voice made Mo Dingqing scream again. He blinked his eyes a few times and suddenly sighed: "No wonder you don't want a wife...it turns out you like men..."
"Teacher, please help me first, okay?" Mu Litian shivered, sat up, and pulled the quilt to cover her undressed clothes.
Should he be grateful that he just covered his key parts with his hands?