269 Points of Good Luck

Li Muyao carefully wiped Huo Jiling's hands with a disinfectant wipe and turned up the air conditioner in Huo Jiling's office. She thought that he must have accidentally turned the air conditioner down at night and forgotten about it when he was busy with work.

Looking at Huo Jiling, who was breathing steadily, Li Muyao felt a little lucky. In her previous life, she had been working alone. In order to earn more money, she had worked very hard to get clients to ask her for a beauty treatment. Li Muyao was willing to work overtime. She even often didn't eat to help her clients.

After she was transferred from a beautician to a senior beauty manager, Li Muyao's days were finally over.

However, even if her salary was higher and higher year after year, Li Muyao was unwilling to let herself fall sick. Once she fell sick, she had her own ways to treat herself.

Just like how she took care of Huo Jiling, Huo Jiling's fever would definitely go down within two hours.