"Sister?"
"Naughty brother?"
"What's going on?"
Seeing Su Fan and Nalanxue chatting and laughing intimately, the crowd at the door was dumbfounded.
How come this was different from what they had imagined?
The script wasn't supposed to go like this.
What the hell?
"Director Nalan, you, how come you're calling this kid your brother?"
"Shouldn't you be slapping him?"
Sun Zhigang was extremely astonished.
"I think the one who should be slapped is you."
"Slap."
Just moments ago, Nalanxue, who was all smiles, suddenly turned icy, and backhanded a slap across Sun Zhigang's face, forcing him to step back with his face flushed red, wishing he could burrow into a hole and hide.
The force of Nalanxue's slap wasn't heavy, but it was extremely insulting.
After all, he was hospital leadership, and being reprimanded in front of so many subordinates was too embarrassing.
