"Tracy Kong (孔), my wife!" Lorraine Hanson raised his voice.
Then he walked over to the sofa, pulled Tracy up, and naturally put his arm around her shoulder, introducing her again very seriously, "Mrs. Hanson."
"OMG!..." Robrt tossed the folder in his hand, put both hands on his head, then placed them on his hips, staring in shock at the couple, unable to speak for quite a while.
Tracy had long been sizing up this young male doctor, probably in his early thirties, a typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed Westerner. Although shorter than Lorraine Hanson by a half head, he was quite muscular.
That sturdy build, if not for the white coat, would have made one think he was a fitness coach at first glance.
However, his appearance was quite refined, wearing glasses, like an intellectual.
"Hello." Tracy greeted him, finally managing to pull up a hint of a smile. She couldn't let her eagerness make her lose her manners.
