His hand tightly gripped her waist, and the two maintained this posture for a few seconds before Ji Shiyou snapped out of it, pushed him away, and slapped him: "Scumbag! If you're having mental issues, please go to the neurology department! The psychiatric department is on the third floor of the building up ahead!"
Just as Ji Shiyou was about to turn and leave, a doctor wearing a long gown came over, walked solemnly up to Du Ziheng, and called out: "Young Master Du..."
Ji Shiyou was nearly frozen in place! Young Master Du...
The infamous Young Master is... the scumbag?
The muscles in her face twitched violently; she couldn't leave, nor could she retreat.
Du Ziheng passed by Ji Shiyou, his face somber, and stuffed the phone in his hand into hers.
Ji Shiyou looked at the phone in her hand, surprised. Isn't this her phone? How did it end up in Du Ziheng's hands? Could it be that the person who was supposed to meet her was him?
