Song Chuyi turned his head back and touched his oily, short hair. Gritting his teeth unhappily, he said, "Yan Changqing…"
"Who told you not to respond to me when I called you?" Changqing was guilty. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm driving my car."
After finishing her piece, as though she was afraid he would take revenge on her, she quickly fled into her car.
Song Chuyi glanced at the soup dumplings on the grass and stepped onto them ruthlessly. In the end, the soup splattered all over his white shoes.
"F*ck…"
He cursed softly.
There were family members causing a ruckus at the hospital in the morning again.
Song Chuyi stepped out to calm them down for a while and returned to his office. On his way back, a nurse walking towards him called him. "Dr. Song, there's a pretty lady here looking for you."
Song Yunyang stood rooted beside the nurse, watching him with a bitter and obstinate gaze.