Zhang Bin sat up straight on the couch and said seriously to Heavenly Queen Zhu Danyan, "Beauty, you're sick!"
"I'm sick?"
A playful look crossed Zhu Danyan's face. "Handsome boy, are you trying to take my pulse, conduct a full-body examination, and then follow up with a few 'in-depth exchanges'?"
Her words were incredibly sharp, enough to make most men feel utterly ashamed.
However, Zhang Bin felt no embarrassment at all. "Beauty, let me be frank," he said proudly. "Even if you wanted an examination, I might not be willing."
"Could it be that you're some second-best Divine Doctor in the world with a high price tag?" A hint of disdain appeared on Zhu Danyan's face. "Only my cousin could be fooled by a kid like you. Who do you think I am? I've seen far too many swindlers." She had already pegged Zhang Bin as a con artist.
Zhang Bin turned his head away, deciding to ignore her. He was confident, believing that Su Man would soon grow anxious.
