"Yeah!" Wang Fang's eyes widened even more.
Zhao Rui and Song Qing looked at each other, their eyes as wide as lightbulbs, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
Wang Fang complained, "Hey, what's with that expression? You guys are too mean, knowing before me and then pretending you didn't."
Zhao Rui and Song Qing finally snapped out of it, closing their mouths and rubbing their chins, feeling like their jaws were about to fall off from gaping so wide.
"We heard about it too," Zhao Rui said with a shake of her head and a light chuckle.
"Oh, come on, that's not cool. But tell me, how is the new deputy director so young? I heard she's only twenty-two, the same age as you guys, and also quite pretty. Now everyone in the hospital is saying she might be some big shot's mistress, which is why she could become the deputy director."
Song Qing immediately glared and said, "Don't you spread rumors."