Cao Zhaomo didn't rush to get angry; a light flickered in his eyes: this person happens to be from the pediatric surgery and can help, the other two, forget it.
The other two, whom he glanced at, one was walking with his head down playing on his phone, the other, upon meeting his gaze, seemed to be startled and said, "What, we can't go? Can't we just be on the side and watch?"
"What do you want to see?"
"People."
Cao Zhaomo remained silent.
The person playing on the phone raised his head and said to the guy next to him who said "people": "Be careful, he wants to hit someone for his brother."
"I don't dare." The other party hastily clarified, "Didn't they say she's a beauty? A beauty, I'm just admiring like a flower."
Just like he told his brother, he has a bunch of bad friends. Cao Zhao raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly, "Come if you want."
Looking at people, huh? Admiring flowers, huh?
