Qiao Heting choked when he heard what she said. His face flushed from coughing, and he pointed at Zhao Chuchu for a long while, unable to get a word out.
Zhao Chuchu snorted. "So you know now what it feels like to be asked a question you don't want to answer?"
When Qiao Heting finally recovered, he was still speechless.
Looking at Zhao Chuchu, who was totally unfazed, he said after quite a while, "You are all about shock effects!"
Zhao Chuchu raised an eyebrow and said, "Then don't keep on interrogating me."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay?" Qiao Heting gave up. After pausing for a while, he continued, "What if I answered your question?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know what to make of that."
"Fine. Tell me then, why are you keep staring at me?"
"I heard that there was a great doctor in Yuanjiang County who had managed to pacify the plague, and I would like to make his acquaintance."
"That's it?"
"Uh-huh."
