He Chen reached out and pinched her face, "Yin Lao Er, you really surprise me."
Yin Mo frowned and struggled a bit, "I'll go back and dry it for you."
"Dry it?" He Chen let go of his hand, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette, "My clothes can't be washed, each shirt costs three hundred thousand, the trousers..."
"I have money." Yin Mo interrupted him confidently, "I can compensate you."
He Chen squinted at her serious expression, "Where did you get it?"
Yin Mo smiled slightly, "I borrowed it from Qi Zai."
He Chen looked at her expressionlessly, turned his head, rolled down the car window, and took a fierce drag of his cigarette.
Damn, how annoying.
...
Naypyidaw Capital Hospital.
Xia Siyu had already been pushed into the operating room, with Su Moshi, the Surgical Miracle Worker, personally taking the lead.
Yin Mo didn't show up, instead, He Chen forcibly took her back to a secluded private apartment on the outskirts of the city.
