He Zhichu had no idea what Qin Yaoguang was talking about.
His brows creased imperceptibly, and his expression turned indifferent. He said coldly to Qin Yaoguang, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, and director Qin is also mentally ill. Could it be that you want to use mental illness as an excuse? What ultrasonics weapon? What simulated ward? Have you switched to writing novels?"
Qin Yaoguang was excited, but when she heard He Zhichu's words, she couldn't breathe and almost choked to spit blood.
"Who's mentally ill? ! Mr. He, how can you slander me?" Qin Yaoguang said unhappily and continued to size up He Zhichu.
Her face was rosy and natural, but her eyes were calm and cold. Her tall figure stood beside Gu Nianzhi, making Gu Nianzhi, who was tall, look slim and petite.
She had recovered so well that Qin Yaoguang's eyes began to flicker.
