Fu Chi didn't look up, just adjusted the glasses sat atop his nose bridge.
His voice was soft, "Yes, I'm rather busy."
Lou Xingyue lightened her breath a little, stirring her hands, then gave a facade of a relaxed laugh. "Doctor Cheng said you've been accompanying your girlfriend lately. When did you start dating? I have always seen you alone…"
Fu Chi closed the medical record book, then hastily jotted down several names of medications on the paper. His handwriting, unlike his demeanor, was sharp and forceful, each stroke resembling a piece of art.
His attitude was neither warm nor effusive, always moderate.
"I'm not."
The two-word response sent Lou Xingyue's hanging heart back into her stomach, sending a cold sweat to her temples.
She gently hooked her lips, her eyes suddenly brightening.
"I knew it. Doctor Cheng must have been joking. He likes to say some inconsistent..."
"Still pursuing."
Before she could finish, the man's nonchalant remark sent her spiraling back down.
