"Cough, Dr. Chen, my brother had a small accident seven years ago. He's only just fully recovered—" Wang Jiarong's brows knitted in subtle anger at Dr. Chen's shameless question, and she was about to continue when Wang Xiao interrupted.
"It's fine, let Dr. Chen speak," Wang Xiao said, his tone light but with a sharp edge. "I'm sure no one at home listens to him at all. With a rotten mouth like his, he must be feeling desperate for attention."
Gasp!
The others instantly covered their mouths in shock. Wang Jiarong stared at her brother, utterly stunned by his sudden lack of decorum. Just an hour ago, he had seemed calm and collected, his usual composed self. But now? She could only manage a wry smile. In truth, she had wanted to say something similar to this old windbag for a long time. Wang Xiao had simply done her a favor by voicing it.
"You—" Dr. Chen's face flushed a deep red, choking on the water he had just sipped, his anger boiling over.
