"I've said it before," Zhao Yang said gravely, "I'm just Director Xia's doctor. Because there wasn't a suitable treatment location, that's why we came to the hotel. Things aren't as you imagine, and right now, you're hurting my patient. If you insist on believing that the two of us were fixing to hook up, I can prove to you that it's not the case, prove that I really am her doctor, and that we were not arranging a tryst."
"Prove it to me?" Xing Yuan's face showed a flash of surprise, her gaze quickly turning extremely dark. "Alright, prove it to me; how do you plan to prove it?"
"If I prove it, can we clear the mud you've slung at us?" Zhao Yang picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking as he ate.
"Of course," Xing Yuan sneered. "As long as you can prove you're really her doctor, I can take back what I said before."
Then, a flicker of surprise passed through Xia Bing's eyes; she didn't know how Zhao Yang intended to prove it.
