Xia Ye's earlobes were especially beautiful, smooth in contour and looked as if they carried good fortune.
Jiang Xuan had observed them closely, so he recognized at a glance that Evan's drawing was of Xia Ye's earlobes.
When he received the painting, he lifted his gaze and stared at Evan for a long time until Evan felt his hairs stand on end.
He spoke with an ambiguous tone that made it hard to discern his emotions, "You observe quite meticulously."
Evan replied with a dry laugh, "Well, as a jewelry maker, I'm naturally sensitive to these things..."
But his heart was drumming nervously.
Was the president commending him?
Or did it feel like a jar of vinegar had been overturned?
After parking the car and entering Beijing Hospital, they ran into Pu Meilan, the head of the psychology department, who was at the front desk gathering some materials.
Dressed in her white coat, she looked very smart.
