Jia shook her grip from Mingshen's wrist as they stood at a distance from the Zhuo mansion's gate. She growled with extreme displeasure as they were now out of listening distance.
"That was totally uncalled for! Dreams as paralyzed as his body? Do you understand how derogatory that is?" Her gaze burned with a fire of fury.
Mingshen had his hands in his pockets and didn't look too bothered.
"Say something! I am talking to you."
"I don't have anything to say," he shrugged.
Her teeth gritted further with annoyance.
"You are impossible. A man with frail health has to live in a wheelchair for his entire life. Did you really not feel anything when you said that - especially in your position as a doctor? Is that how you talk to every invalid person out there?"
He stared into her temper-laced gaze.
"Do you see me as that kind of a person?"
