Ye Chen also had a bitter smile on his face, "What's this situation? It's just a medical treatment, but why does it feel like we're doing something bad?"
Ye Chen awkwardly pulled out the silver needles and slowly backed away.
Ouyang Qimeng snapped back to her senses, looked up, and glared at Ye Chen fiercely, shouting angrily, "It's all your fault. If it wasn't for you, how could others misunderstand?"
"You agreed to this, so how can you blame everything on me?" Ye Chen retorted, unconvinced, "All I did was to treat your illness, and now you turn your back on me. Women, really terrifying."
Ouyang Qimeng was stunned for a moment, her pretty face flushed with anger at Ye Chen's words, her fists clenched tightly. She picked up a high-heeled shoe from the ground and threw it at Ye Chen.
"You scoundrel, go to hell."
"You crazy woman!"
Ye Chen twisted his body, dodging the flying high heel. Seeing that Ouyang Qimeng was reaching for the other shoe, he quickly ran out the door.