Song Chuyi held her butt and laughed bitterly. "Changqing, I really can't go to work properly with you acting like this."
Changqing could feel his body heating up. She snorted, pulled an ugly face and ran off.
Song Chuyi tidied his slightly untucked shirt helplessly before driving off to the hospital.
Before he even drove in, he could already see a few people holding up signs, causing trouble. There were several onlookers crowding around. He pressed his horn and a security officer walked over, telling him, "Dr. Song, come in from the west gate. I'm afraid you won't be able to enter from here any time soon."
"What's going on?" Song Chuyi frowned.
