Hadn't Qiao Jing told him that she and Wu Xirui were only in a doctor-patient relationship?
Then why did the two of them appear in the bar at the same time, and why were they sitting so close to each other? Especially Wu Xirui, who kept leaning in toward Qiao Jing and joking with her, his face beaming with happiness.
Could it be that the relationship between a doctor and a patient also includes going to bars for drinks?
Zhan Qipei's clenched fists revealed bulging veins, and his temples throbbed uncontrollably, his lips pressed into a straight line without any curve.
His deep eyes stared fixedly at the two of them.
Just at that moment!
The glass in Wu Xirui's hand suddenly tilted, and the drink spilled out, soaking Qiao Jing's leg.
His expression froze for a moment, and he immediately set down his glass.
"Sorry, it was an accident."
Wu Xirui pulled out several tissues, reaching out intending to help clean it up for Qiao Jing.