The Bentley slowly drove out of the hospital. Ye Chuyi glanced at Sheng Tingyuan's complexion and couldn't help but say, "You can't blame me, I've rejected him long ago."
"I'm not blaming you."
As Sheng Tingyuan spoke, he took her hand that was resting on his leg and held it tight, "It's just a fly, no need to pay attention to it. Also, I don't have a first love; it's all rumors spread by others."
Ye Chuyi looked at his hand, frozen.
If he has no first love, he has no first love, but why is he holding her hand?
"Sheng Tingyuan, are you upset?"
"No."
Ye Chuyi tried to pull her hand back, but he was holding it unusually tight.
"Sheng Tingyuan, this is the hand I use for surgery, and you care most about the surgery condition of a patient, don't you? What am I supposed to do if you hurt me like this?"
Sheng Tingyuan turned to look at her, "Actually, I don't care about the surgery condition of a patient."
"Is that so? I care quite a bit!"