"Hey, Ning, stop daydreaming! Did you hear what I said?" An Jiahui shook Song Ning's shoulders.
"No," Song Ning replied frankly.
An Jiahui said through gritted teeth, "Song Ning! How can you break my heart like this!"
"Really? Please extend your hand and let me check your pulse. I want to know what the pulse of a brokenhearted person is like," Song Ning calmly replied.
An Jiahui said with a dejected expression, "How can you call yourself my good friend? Is this how you treat your good friend?"
"What's wrong? Is there an official guide to how one should treat their good friend?" Song Ning raised an eyebrow as she continued typing, unaffected by Jiahui's words.
"Song Ning, I'm serious! Rumors are spreading like a wildfire in the hospital now. People are saying you're unscrupulous and that you were dating two rich men at the same time!" Jiahui said impatiently when she saw Song Ning's indifference.
Upon hearing these words, Song Ning's fingers finally stopped moving. She asked, "Two rich men? Who's the other rich man they're talking about?"
"Fu Le!" Jiahui reached to poke Song Ning with her index finger.
Song Ning leaned back to avoid Jiahui's finger silently. As it turned out, everyone thought Fu Le was a rich man! She furrowed her brows slightly as she asked in confusion, "Don't they know Fu Le is dating Feng Man?"
Jiahui rolled her eyes as she said exasperatedly, "Do you still not understand? Everyone thinks you're a temptress who preys on wealthy men!"
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