She believed that doctors wouldn't deceive people.
She packed up her belongings, pushed the door open, and glanced sideways at Zhuang Ming.
"Are you satisfied now? There's no need to watch me go into the operating room to take care of it."
"You misunderstand," Zhuang Ming remained expressionless. "I'm just afraid something might happen to you."
"You seem more anxious and diligent than the person actually involved."
Shen Jing checked her phone.
"Go to the parking lot and bring the car. I'm already late for work."
Zhuang Ming said only one sentence, "You don't have to go to work today."
Shen Jing didn't understand Zhuang Ming's words. When she got in the car and noticed they weren't heading to the company, she questioned him.
Zhuang Ming's expression was serious. "Taihe Middle Court."
A top-tier luxury property beside the Jing-Hang Grand Canal.
Her father had bought their home there during the first phase of sales.
