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At noon, Ye Xuan and Ying Tian, after helping Meng Weijia with the discharge procedures, took Meng Weijia out of the hospital.
In the car, Meng Weijia maintained a cold demeanor, let out a few disdainful scoffs, and indifferently said, "Ye Xuan, I strongly protest against your public display of affection."
"Display of affection for what?"
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Ying Tian was momentarily stunned, looked puzzled, and stared blankly at Meng Weijia, asking in bewilderment.
"Huh! Still dare to deny it? You bastard, are you and Ye Xuan getting together..."
Seeing Ying Tian's handsome face, Meng Weijia became even more angry, coldly staring at Ying Tian and sternly reprimanding him.
"Getting together... Your head, was it kicked by a donkey?"
Having lived for a thousand years and seen the world's grandeur, Ying Tian naturally understood what "getting together" meant. He snorted coldly, laughed disdainfully, and reprimanded.
