The man's accusatory tone was so entitled that Yan Xiaye was initially too stunned to respond.
"Why aren't you looking at me, answer me!" Li Beicheng immediately furrowed his brows, gripping her arm with more force. "This is men's clothing, where are your own clothes? Who is that man, what is all this about?"
Faced with this barrage of questions, Yan Xiaye couldn't tell whether she was irritated or exhausted. She lowered her gaze and forcefully withdrew her hand. "I'm going to call the doctor."
"Why are you angry with me, Yan Xiaye?" Li Beicheng refused to let her off easily. His dark pupils burned with raging flames, resembling the tragic hero who had just caught his fiancée red-handed with another man, on the verge of losing his temper, "Don't you like me anymore? Have you fallen for someone else?"
Yan Xiaye couldn't be bothered to argue with someone whose mind wasn't clear. Her pretty face was a blank slate as she ultimately fled from the operating room in disarray.