The groaning sound came from Xiaowei, who was being held tight in Yu Minglang's arm, and Yu Minglang sneered.
"See that? Even a few-month-old kid despises you!"
Mr. Zhao dared not make a sound, thinking to himself, isn't the kid feeling uncomfortable because her dad squeezed her with both arms?
...
In the reception room, Qian was sitting face to face with Mr. Zhao, blowing on the... milk in her teacup, pretending it's coffee.
Mr. Zhao looked at Qian nervously and then anxiously glanced at the partially open door.
Outside that door, Yu Minglang and Zheng Xu were sitting on the sofa drinking, with a menacing aura that Mr. Zhao could feel even from afar.
Of all people, why did I have to flirt with this woman!
Mr. Zhao turned his gaze back to Qian, realizing she looked quite different from yesterday.
Yesterday he found this doctor professional and stunning, but today she seemed somehow more imposing.
