Qiao En's spine shivered, the familiar voice instinctively making her want to escape.
But at the critical moment, Qiao En forced herself to calm down.
"Who are you?"
She turned around, her eyes cold and defiant, looking at Ding Hao.
He wore a white lab coat, holding a small bottle of alcohol, his face still as handsomely exquisite as ever, his peach-blossom eyes squinting as he scrutinized Qiao En.
As their eyes met, Qiao En's heart felt somewhat perturbed.
On her wedding day, she had escaped in such a manner, completely disregarding Ding Hao's feelings.
After leaving, she had never thought of him again.
However, seeing him today, he seemed to be doing quite well.
"I am a doctor here, what are you doing here?"
Ding Hao, his cold eyes teasing, took a small sip of alcohol and pursed his lips at Qiao En.
