"Ah Mu, a woman is not something you keep guard over like that!" Zhang Yalin said to Ah Mu with a smile on her face.
Upon hearing this, Xu Bingyan's face flushed a bit and she said somewhat reproachfully, "He is just a blockhead."
The clinic had just opened its doors, and a number of patients had already gathered outside in line. Zhong Yuanliang and Ah Mu stood at the door like guardian gods, looking formidable from a distance.
However, an incident made Zhong Yuanliang happy for a long time because, facing the scorching summer day, some patients actually brought them each a bottle of chilled beverage.
Ah Mu did not think much of it, but Zhong Yuanliang was reluctant to drink.
Having been brought up in the Zhong household from a young age, he encountered situations similar to those of the scions of great families, although many things were readily available to him.
Yet, they had already grown weary of the things that were readily available, feeling no joy from them whatsoever.
