I Want To Move In Next Door Chapter 590: Obviously it’s not my problem, but I have to ta

Unbeknownst to Xia Wan’an, the car had arrived at the Han Family Corporation’s parking lot.

"Madam, wake up, we’ve arrived at the office... Madam..." Zhang Te, the driver, stopped the car and opened the car door for Xia Wan’an.

Xia Wan’an gathered her scattered thoughts, pretending to have just woken up. She yawned, thanked Zhang Te and then got out of the car, heading for the elevator.

"Madam, your bag!" Zhang Te noticed the bag Xia Wan’an had left on the back seat and hurriedly stopped her.

Noticing her forgotten bag, Xia Wan’an took it and then rembered she was ant to pick up her company ID card when she got ho. But, she had run into Xie Lin and Han Jingnian’s conversation and forgot. So, she told Zhang Te, "Right, I just rembered, I forgot to bring my company ID card, when you pick up Han Jingnian later, remind him to bring it to the office for ."

"All right, Madam."

With a warm smile, Xia Wan’an thanked Zhang Te and then stepped into the elevator.

When she returned to her office, Chen Qingtian told her that the eting was about to start. Xia Wan’an gathered the necessary materials and went to the eting. About an hour later, the eting ended. When Xia Wan’an returned to her office again, she saw her ID card lying on her desk, next to which was a thermos cup. There was a note under it, written by Han Jingnian — rember to take the dicine.

Only then did Xia Wan’an recall that she had rushed out and forgotten to take her dicine.

When she opened the thermos, the sll of the familiar traditional Chinese dicine hit her nose. Holding the thermos in her hand, she was about to take a quick swig when she suddenly stopped as if sothing had co to mind.

As she sat with the scent of the dicine, she pondered for a good while before she put down the thermos and picked up her phone, dialed Song Youman’s number, "Youman, you told our dad knows an old traditional Chinese doctor who is very good at treating won’s diseases and nstrual pain, didn’t you?"

Our ’dad’ refers to Song Youman’s dad, whom Cheng Tongy also calls her ’dad’.

"Yeah, An’an, don’t you always have irregular periods and suffer from nstruation pain? So when our dad ntioned it, I specifically kept his contact details. Last ti I told you about him, you happily told that Han Jingnian had found Xie Lin to help improve your condition, so you didn’t need him... Why? Do you need him now?"

"It’s not exactly that I need him, but I have so matters to consult him with, could you help contact him? I want to et him."

"Sure, when do you want to see him?"

"As soon as possible."

"Okay then, I’ll get back to you in a bit."

Shortly after hanging up, Song Youman sent Xia Wan’an a ssage on WeChat, "An’an, it’s quite a coincidence, the old traditional Chinese doctor happens to be consulting at the "Famous Doctors Hall" today, he said he’s free at noon... Do you want to accompany you? If so, I can cancel my client eting that I’ve scheduled for noon."

Xia Wan’an quickly replied, "No need, no need, you should go about your own work, I can go alone."

"Well, alright. Here is his phone number and office location. When you et him, just ntion our dad’s na."

Xia Wan’an sent back an emoji of a plump little bunny sitting on the floor nodding its head with the words "Yes, yes" and then put down her phone, gazing at the traditional Chinese dicine in the thermos.