"Doctor Yin, I'd like to ask a favor of you," Xie Wanying said.
"What is it?"
"You should feel that meeting her might be uncomfortable for you; maybe you could see her less often in the future." Xie Wanying deduced from the other's reaction that Fengchun did not particularly like meeting this familiar face, she said.
Yin Fengchun's complexion changed dramatically, his eyebrows and eyes turning a steely blue, and his voice burst out as cold as ice, "Say that to me again!"
"If the meetings are unpleasant for both sides, it's better to meet less often," Xie Wanying said, carefully choosing her words.
"What's wrong with me seeing her? Have I done something wrong in meeting her?" Yin Fengchun interrogated her, huffing through his nostrils, "Do you even know what you're talking about? Why can't I see her?"
Xie Wanying furrowed her brows tighter, feeling the need to speak plainly, "Doctor Yin, you are a doctor; I think you should understand."
