Although Qin Xuan's medicine couldn't be stopped, it had at least improved a lot from before.
Give someone three days away, and you will see them in a new light when they return.
At the very least, she was very dedicated to the affairs of the store, and the two of them waited until the counter and shelves were installed before heading out.
"What do you want to eat?" Qin Xuan slapped the steering wheel, exuding a CEO's vibe.
A million in the bank account, quite a delightful feeling.
Unlike the renovation funds, she could spend this money freely; spending the renovation money still came with a bit of guilt, after all.
"Up to you, I'm good with anything." Gu Changsheng wasn't picky about food; he could enjoy delicacies as well as street stall skewers. It was Qin Xuan who was picky—who knows what Mr. Qin liked to eat.
"Then let's go for... hot pot, I've been craving pig's brain, I've overused my brain recently and need to replenish."
Gu Changsheng: "..."