Having largely calmed down, Jiang Tingxu sat on the sofa and sipped the juice offered by the reception.
"A Bentley? " She asked abruptly.
"Don't you like the nice-looking ones? I've seen that model before––It suits you well. The Bentley has great functionality and a pretty high safety factor. "
On the phone, the man said in earnest.
It had all been well thought-out. After all, how could Mo Boyuan propose something unsuitable?
After a few more sips of fruit juice, she put down the glass:
"No thanks. " She refused.
"Huh? "
Jiang Tingxu snorted. "I'm just an ordinary doctor. Can you imagine someone like me driving a Bentley to and from the hospital every day?"
She'd become an internet celebrity in no time!
Did this man think that he wasn't trouble enough?
"Ehem... "
He coughed on the other side of the phone:
"Sorry. "
Well, that was unexpected.
