Yi Chichi looked at the herbs by the door, and Qiao Jun, following her gaze, understood. This job wasn't for them.
"Alright, sis, we'll take Mr. Liu home."
Liu Lan felt that she was quite healthy and truly didn't need someone to escort her.
"I can go back by myself."
"No way."
Before Yi Chichi could speak, Zhang Xiaoqin rejected her suggestion, "You're pregnant, and you're carrying two. We won't feel at ease unless we get you home safely."
Saying this, she grabbed Liu Lan's arm like a bandit capturing someone, "Let's go, we'll take you home."
Qiao Jun made a gesture with his free hand, leaning on his crutch, "Mr. Liu, after you!"
Liu Lan glanced at his foot, "Can you walk?"
Before he could reply, she turned to Yi Chichi and said, "Chichi, control them, I can go home by myself."
"Get home quickly."
Controlling them was out of the question, never in this lifetime.
"Mr. Qiao's foot..."
"My foot is fine."
