Wu Xirui looked at Qiao Jing nervously after asking, waiting for her answer.
Qiao Jing shook her head decisively, her delicate and enchanting face showing an expression of nonchalance, "I've said it before, our relationship is that of a patient and a doctor, nothing else, so you have no obligation to tell me the truth, and I have no reason to be angry."
After speaking, Qiao Jing stepped forward and walked straight past Wu Xirui.
Zhan Qipei followed closely behind her.
Watching Qiao Jing's departing figure, Wu Xirui's eyes gradually dimmed, exuding a sense of loss and hurt.
He whispered to himself, "Qiao Jing, that was really hurtful, is our relationship just that of a patient and a doctor? You're drawing a line with me..."
After Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei left, the other guests in the banquet hall began to discuss the matter.
Because the matter was so dramatic, everyone was still reeling from the shock.
