Zhang Yang took Xia Xue's car keys, got straight in the car, and started it.
Rolling down the window, he said to a somewhat alarmed Xia Xue, "Cousin, I'm a doctor, I can't ignore someone in distress. I'll explain it to you later."
Although Xia Xue's mind was still a bit chaotic, seeing Zhang Yang's earnest face, she didn't ask further questions, instead she just shouted at him, "Be careful, and come back for dinner."
Zhang Yang's voice echoed in the parking lot, "Don't forget to buy soy sauce."
Xia Xue was amused by this response, and while she was still worried, at least her previous irritation and anger had completely dissipated.
The only thing that made her a bit depressed was, when exactly could she and Zhang Yang truly experience that deep sense of connection?
She was really frustrated, it must be that incompetent man who secretly cursed her.
Xia Xue directly blamed that man for her troubles.
