Zhou Mikang turned and walked away, and Chuxia hurried after her.
"Wang Jing, keep an eye on things, I'll be back in a bit," Song Xiaoyu instructed before quickly chasing after them.
Wang Jing shrugged her shoulders, "Looks like it's better not to get married. Too much trouble, really."
Just then, her aunt, Wang Lei, arrived. Seeing her sitting there alone, she asked in confusion, "Why are you by yourself? Where are Director Song and Lin Chuxia?"
A mischievous idea struck Wang Jing, and she deliberately put on a bitter face, "Auntie, I listened to you, gave way in everything, and now during the surgery, only Lin Chuxia is taken along and not me."
Stunned for a moment, Wang Lei's brows furrowed, "Song Xiaoyu should not be that kind of person. Xiao Jing, did you really apologize? Was your attitude sincere?"
"Of course," Wang Jing nodded vigorously, "I was very serious. Do you want me to reenact it for you to judge?"
