Chapitre 118: Chapter 118 My Sister Got Married, Put Away Your Boyish Dreams

"Then I'll cry until you tell me," Han Yingying said, approaching the person. She moved his easel aside, sat down in front of him, and began to cry.

The person: ...

What in the world is this?

Han Zishi covered his face; his sister's way of threatening people was really a bit...

He wiped the scalpel and walked over to the person, smiling darkly.

"Daring to make my sister cry, you either have a broken brain or a rotten heart. Seems like you need a little incision to switch it for a pig's brain or the lungs and heart of a wolf or a dog."

"You... don't mess around..."

"How can saving lives be called messing around?" Han Zishi patted his face, smiling even more grimly.

"I... I'm saying, his... his name is Song Wei..."

"Who's calling me?" Song Wei, who had just entered, asked instinctively upon hearing his own name.

Han Yingying immediately dried her tears, rushed to him, stood on her tiptoes to be clearly seen by him: "Do you still remember me?"