Maxwell Peary somewhat regretted bringing Nia Mitchell over here, otherwise, there wouldn't have been such a troublesome situation.
Even Rabina Mitchell couldn't help but laugh when she heard Anton Swan's words.
With her red little eyes and sweet smile, no matter how you look at it, you feel so guilty.
Maxwell Peary turned his head and simply didn't look at her, instead looking at the happily laughing Anton Swan.
"Are you sure she didn't injure her bone?"
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary's doubt, Anton Swan immediately became unsettled.
"Hey, hey, hey, Maxwell Peary, don't doubt my medical skills. Doubting my medical skills is like doubting my chast—ity!"
Poof...——
He knew that the germaphobic Anton Swan was an unyielding non-marriage advocate, just a year younger, yet his celibacy made people suspect he was abnormal.
Tut tut.
Indeed, there are all kinds of people in the world.
But how can a germaphobe be this extreme?
"I'm not doubting your medical skills!"
