Mai Zekai reluctantly pushed Jimo Shanshan into the elevator. A few gossiping young nurses in the elevator exchanged glances with each other, their expressions clearly saying: "Weren't these two just bickering passionately? How are they now getting into the same elevator together?"
Jimo Shanshan gave them a glance and couldn't stop the faint lift of her lips. She had heard that Mai Zekai was quite the hot commodity in the hospital; after today's ruckus, she figured not many would still be pining after him. Reflecting on what Yi Luowa had said, Jimo Shanshan found it made sense. Maybe she should take it easy on him for now?
Mai Zekai had no idea what she was thinking. But something felt off today—why were the usually fiery and enthusiastic young nurses now avoiding him like he was a plague?
