Zheng Shuyan returned to the hospital and rested a little while at the parking bay. He touched his lips, where Wen Ya's smell still lingered.
Facing his mirror, he smirked as he thought about the way Yuan Zhe treated Wen Ya, and his face contorted into a ferocious version of it.
'A woman who I am afraid of melting within my own palm was treated as such by that monster.' Zheng Shuyan punched his steering wheel.
The horn honked loudly for a few times!
His heart was howling, 'Yuan Zhe, I wish you could go and die!'
It was the peak hour after work, so there were no operations to attend. Yuan Tian had packed up in advance. When her car passed by Zheng Shuyan's, she saw the cold glint in the eyes of the man inside and began to mutter to herself.
Yuan Tian was smart, she had a sudden flash of an idea.
She parked her car beside him and alighted joyfully. She knocked on Zheng Shuyan's car window. "Doctor Zheng?"