Following Zhang Hao into the elevator, Qin Miaoke instinctively clung to his arm.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Hao asked cautiously.
"Can't I? My grandpa did say you should always be aware of my whereabouts."
"This is my first time at the hospital. What if I get lost?"
Even a three-year-old would find that excuse laughable.
But Qin Miaoke didn't care, holding onto Zhang Hao's hand and refusing to let go.
It wasn't until they reached the door of the ward that Zhang Hao, to minimize the fuss, had to struggle to free himself from Qin Miaoke's grasp.
"That's enough. I'm not your boyfriend. Being so intimate looks bad to others," he said.
"Psh, don't think I don't know. You're just a fickle-hearted radish. Are all men as crappy as you?" she teased.
Zhang Hao felt wronged. How was he being crappy?
It was all those women throwing themselves at him, leaving him no room to refuse.
So he definitely wasn't a womanizer!
Zhang Hao didn't want to argue with Qin Miaoke about this.
