Oops, he accidentally said the word "cripple" again, and Hong Jingtian wanted to cover his mouth but it was too late.
Hong Jingtian truly worried about Qin Xin's marital happiness.
After all, they were all doctors, familiar with the human body, so what happiness could there be in marrying a cripple?
Therefore, he asked the question sincerely, blurting it out without thinking.
As soon as he finished speaking, before Qin Xin could respond.
A cold, deep male voice sounded from behind: "My happiness with Xin doesn't seem to be your concern, does it?"
The man's tone was refined, yet damnably cold, chilling to the bone.
It made Hong Jingtian shiver, even in the air-conditioned surgery room: "Mr. Nalan, why, why are you here?"
He could almost bite his tongue off, oh dear, although he had talked behind people's backs before, this was the first time he got caught on the spot, how embarrassing.
Nalan Ye Jue wheeled forward slowly.
