Min Qian's gaze at Mu Lin was nearly murderous.
Mu Lin, however, remained calmly responsive. "Military Doctor Min, don't tell me you ever thought about dedicating yourself to my grandpa..." Seeing Min Qian's face freeze in an instant, Mu Lin laughed, a brilliantly radiant smile, yet the curvature of his lips was exceptionally cold. "You really don't think that just any woman would be accepted by my grandpa, do you?" If that was the case, then Jing Chen wouldn't be the Jing Chen she encountered at first.
And she, for one, would not fancy such a man.
When Mu Lin spoke, sometimes he was merciless—especially to those who liked to look for trouble without reason.
Humiliation.
The words Mu Lin spoke were naked humiliation to Min Qian's ears, and she couldn't help but roar out, "Do you think I'm as shameless and vile as you?"
"Who did you just call vile? Say it again."