"Grandpa, I think... I feel much better now, there's no need..." Shi Zhen's eyes glanced toward the silver needle, his brow twitching severely. "To do acupuncture."
Rong Yan, hearing the term 'grandpa,' couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly. Sure enough, the relationship between these two was more than just acquaintances... so there was this aspect to it.
If he hadn't called him that, based on the previous way of addressing him, one would really not be able to tell that their relationship was actually so close.
Was it to avoid suspicion? She certainly hadn't missed Dean Li saying that he would consult with the family.
"Right, let Mr. Rong give you the acupuncture." A professional's touch was always evident.
Just by the way Mr. Rong handled the needles, he felt like he was from the high apricot forest—a true master.
Shi Zhen: ...
If he hadn't remembered wrong just now, what he said was that there was no need for acupuncture, not that he wanted it.
