Zhu really needed help on this trip. He carried it with him everywhere. The functions of a physiotherapist became so necessary that it was already difficult to refuse. A groan of exhaustion escaped Zhu's lips.

"I said to come at 11 pm, not at 7."

There was no end to his rudeness. They had spent so much time together, and this man had never been used to treating anyone more kindly. It's in his nature.

"Infuriating. Is it really so difficult to read my messages carefully? I have no words."