After noticing Nangong Bing's somewhat evasive gaze, Lin Zifeng did not press further with questions.
Accompanied by Nangong Bing, the two quickly entered the orthopedic hospital.
Seeing the crowded registration queue, Lin Zifeng felt his head swell, wondering when it would ever be his turn to register with so many people in line.
"You sit for a while, I'll go line up for you," Nangong Bing's delicate fingers gently guided Lin Zifeng to a bench, her soft voice moved him slightly.
"I should go instead. You are an executive, it doesn't seem right to have you line up for me, a low-tier employee," he protested.
"Are you trying to annoy me on purpose?" she asked.
"No, when have I ever intentionally annoyed you?" Lin Zifeng felt frustrated. Was letting her sit and rest while he lined up for registration considered annoying her?
Then he might as well be infuriated every single day.