Qiao En drove Ding Hao back to the hospital.
Along the way, he sat in the passenger seat, "busy" with his "business."
"Hao bro, are you there? Do you miss Lun's family?"
"Doctor Ding, may I call you?"
"Big Ding Ding, your little treasure just took a bath, want to video chat?"
...
From the phone came various cooing and whispering of women, which made Qiao En's skin crawl with goosebumps.
Ding Hao was slouched in his seat, legs crossed, feet swinging, rapidly responding on his phone screen with his fingers.
He was handsome, dressed in a white coat, yet he had a certain roguish air about him, which indeed drew the attention of girls.
Luckily, Qiao En was immune to him.
The car parked in the underground parking lot of the hospital, and with his task completed, Qiao En was ready to get out of the car.
Ding Hao was still engrossed in his heated chat on the phone.
"Doctor Ding, thank you for helping me out today."
Qiao En reached for the car door.
