Fu Xinheng gave Zhou Junpeng a meaningful glance, and Zhou checked to see if the office door was properly closed.
"What's the matter, spill it. What's with all the secrecy?" Chang Jiawei asked, now wholly convinced something was up.
"Last night you—"
"Wasn't I doing rounds in the ward last night? Then I went to the ER and ran into you."
"You should lay off that young girl."
After hearing that, Chang Jiawei was stunned, completely taken aback: "Am I hearing things?"
Fu Xinheng, holding a thermos, turned around and said to him earnestly, "If you want to chase women, I don't care who, but leave the ones who are seriously studying out of it."
"I was just looking out for a junior," Chang Jiawei was at once frantic and fuming, "Who says others can show concern for her and I can't?!"
Zhou Junpeng looked at his expression and couldn't help but feel it was justified: that's because everyone knows you love picking up girls.
"Is that what you call looking after a junior last night?"
