"Show our guest out," Xiao Lang ordered sternly.
Di Sheng came in through the door and gestured coldly towards Dr. Song.
"Dr. Song, if you would please."
"You all..." Dr. Song was infuriated, but he could not resist. All he could do was leave in anger.
Before he left, he glared at Xiao Lang one last time.
His gaze was a complex mix of blame, unwillingness, and anger...
Jian Yufei stared at Dr. Song's receding figure, feeling that something was off.
Dr. Song seemed very eager for her to regain her memory. His reaction was too proactive.
And it seemed like he and Xiao Lang were hiding something from her...
"Xiao Lang, is there something wrong with Dr. Song?" She stood up, asking with suspicion.
Xiao Lang took out a handkerchief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. But Jian Yufei quickly moved away, giggling, "I can do it myself."
She raised her wrist and randomly wiped her forehead with her sleeve.
