After sending away the mother and child, Jing Xiangyang glanced at Mu Xingfeng's hand. If he wasn't mistaken, from the moment they came in, it had been holding this little girl's hand.
Looking at the girl, Jing Xiangyang's gaze flickered repeatedly.
"Boss, why do you have time to inspect my work today? Or are you just here to rub salt in my wound as a single dog?" He said, somewhat pointedly, looking at their tightly held hands.
This doctor An Ran was somewhat familiar, seeming to know Mu Xingfeng quite well.
He remembered that during military training, it was this doctor who helped her when she fainted from menstrual cramps.
The most memorable thing was how this doctor was really verbose, repeating the precautions over and over.
Upon hearing Jing Xiangyang's teasing words, even though An Ran and Mu Xingfeng were lawfully married, she still felt a bit embarrassed and withdrew her arm, attempting to break free from the man's big hand.
