Jiang Ruan looked at Lou Xingyue and suddenly laughed.
Then she waved at the man next to her: "Let's go."
The young girl thought her ideas were well hidden, but in Jiang Ruan's view, it was rather blatant. It was natural, though, for a girl to react that way when the one she liked was with another girl.
But it wasn't a big deal.
They wouldn't cross paths, she saw no reason to waste time making acquaintances.
She was straightforward, saying what needed to be said and then left.
From their conversation, it seemed like they had a doctor-patient relationship. Most likely, Fu Chi wouldn't have the time to have a meal with her.
After all, his patient had come to him.
As a doctor, there was no way he could leave.
Fu Chi looked up, his eyes, visible through his glasses, watched Jiang Ruan's retreating figure. His eyes seemed to have dimmed a bit.
Lou Xingyue also glanced at the figure that was too conspicuous, drawing attention, and quietly took a deep breath.
