The other people in the living room were already scared out of their wits.
Especially the two aunts who had just fed the old man, their pale faces streaming with cold sweat.
Ruan Qi clutched Wang Leke's collar, her peach blossom eyes imbued with a coolness.
"It appears the elderly gentleman is quite concerned about his grandson," her lips curved into a radiant smile, resembling an innocent and naive young girl, "but when your grandson was laying his hands on me a moment ago, why didn't I hear you say a single word?"
Wang Mingliang instantly understood the whole story.
And was immediately covered in sweat.
He turned his head to look at his father, his expression icy, "Dad, what's going on?"
Facing the cold face of his own son, Old Wang averted his guilty eyes and stiffened his neck, "What do you mean what's going on! Are you questioning me? Isn't she a doctor? Patients are gods, so what's wrong with me saying a few words to her! I—"
