"Ma'am, I would like to spare you a few minutes."
"Do we know each other?" Looking at the young man with the bright scenery in front of him, a straight posture and noble brows, and a slightly retroflex accent, Jiang suddenly took a few steps back, his eyes full of doubts and defensiveness.
She was very sure that she had no interaction with this young man in her memory. If it weren't for the special police patrolling not far away, she would have been frightened and left in fear.
"I have a high-paying job here, taking care of a person with a disease..." The man's tone paused, as if he was choosing a better way to express himself.
"Severely depressed 15-year-old child." Speaking of severe depression, his tone was unusually depressed and heavy.
"Why me?"
