Master Xiang was about to feel a pang of sympathy when suddenly Xin Xiaoxiao's voice rang out again, "I see you're quite handsome and have a lot going for you. If you rescue my dad, I'll marry you. Then all our family's money will be ours, and we even have hotels overseas."
Even in an emergency, her sense of propriety wouldn't last five minutes.
This was the only thing he understood about the girl over the past two days.
Xiang Yiqing frowned speechlessly for a moment, then smiled and nodded at Xin Xiaoxiao, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Xin, but I can barely manage our family's hospital; I'm afraid I can't handle your family's wealth."
As he spoke, he picked up a glass of water, cradled it in both hands, and turned away, facing the large floor-to-ceiling window.
"Doctor Xiang."
Xin Xiaoxiao circled back to face Xiang Yiqing, looking at him with pleading eyes.
