Su Xiaomeng was meeting Xiao Anhe for the first time. So, how to put it… For a man just over fifty, about to step into old age, he's remarkably well-maintained, yet this upkeep doesn't come across as showy.
It's clear that when this man was young, he must have been quite the looker.
Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, his appearance doesn't match his reputation for greed, and even his deep voice contradicts the fawning and courteous tone expected from his words.
Hmm…
For some reason, Su Xiaomeng found herself very interested in this person.
"Thank you, Dean Xiao."
Yin Shixiu said.
Xiao Anhe quickly replied, "Mr. Yin pays, and I work, no need for thanks."
"I pay, you work, still, thanks are in order."
"Truly the son of Uncle Yin."
Xiao Anhe's father, Xiao Kaicheng, was the old dean of Capital Central Hospital and quite familiar with Yin Shaohui.
If you think about it, the friendship between their fathers was forged on the battlefield.
