Lin Fei came in front of Qin Zimo, looked at Qin Zimo openly, and smiled, saying, "It seems like my yin-yang massage technique has worked, temporarily relieving your lower abdomen pain."
Qin Zimo's face suddenly changed, her beautiful eyes widened: What is this rascal talking about? Massage, lower abdomen?
"Zimo, could it be that he is that rascal?" Li Wan, standing next to Qin Zimo, pointed at Lin Fei and softly asked Qin Zimo.
However, seeing Lin Fei's handsome appearance and the righteousness in his face, she couldn't help but wonder: Who would have thought this rascal looks quite handsome!
Qin Zimo said, "That's right, he is that rascal."
"Miss Zimo, there's something I must clarify; I'm not a rascal." Lin Fei held his hands behind his back, looked up, and said with a righteous face, "I'm a doctor."
Qin Zimo sneered coldly, "If you are a doctor, then you are a morally corrupt one. Since I've run into you again, you deserve to be unlucky."
