Yang Baiyue's heart was actually cursing furiously, and had he not needed to maintain his cover, he would have leaped up to slap her several times—this damn girl had recognized him, hadn't she? Yet she continued to pretend otherwise. Moreover, when did she learn medical skills? Was she really trying to deceive him now?
Sitting there, Yang Ruxin was utterly composed as she took in Yang Baiyue's fluctuating expressions, revealing a hint of disdain and also feeling a tinge of sadness—for the mother and son of the senior branch of the Yang Family.
Such a husband, such a father, truly...