Yan Feifan didn't exactly loathe Lu Yao, but he certainly didn't like him.
He was, of course, willing to repay this so-called favor.
Yan Feifan told Lu Yao to email him the person's medical records, and he would give a concrete answer after reviewing them.
Having achieved his goal, Lu Yao knew it was time to leave. He gave Yu Suye a long, hard look before quietly exiting the private room.
Once the door to the room was closed, Yan Ziruo sighed softly. "That look of longing in his eyes... I suddenly feel a little sorry for him."
"Feifan, I think you went a little too far."
Yu Suye came to his defense. "Sis, I don't think it was too far at all."
"Feifan said it well: if a door is unwilling to open for you, it's rude to keep knocking."
"The sooner Lu Yao gives up on this, the sooner he can have a fresh start."
Yan Feifan, not wanting to continue the topic, urged, "Let's just eat."
