"What happened to Young Master Ying all of a sudden?" Rong Mochen spoke unexpectedly.
Ying Jingyao was slightly stunned, staring at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen slowly turned his dark eyes, his expression as indifferent as always, his tone calm, "Young Master Ying is not the same as when I saw him before."
"Is that so?" Ying Jingyao replied in the same cold tone.
Rong Mochen squinted, turned his head, his dark eyes staring into the distant night sky.
Ying Jingyao waited for quite a while without hearing Rong Mochen speak, lightly furrowing his brows, "Mr. Rong, would you come to the hospital so late just to smoke a few cigarettes?"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow.
It seems that in this world, it's not only women who are fickle! Some men are the same!
"Didn't Young Master Ying say before that he wanted to invite me for a drink?" Rong Mochen said casually.
