Chapter 88 The Ending Of This Plot Is Always A Tragedy

• Pei Sichen's face couldn't get any darker, his thin lips tightly pressed into a sharp line. Han Sheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his eyes twitching, and then quickly looked away. It's no wonder people would misunderstand. The buttons of the senior's shirt were all torn off, revealing his well-built chest covered with lipstick marks.
• It was hard not to misunderstand. He cleared his throat and explained, "Dr. Cheng, my wife drank something contaminated. Can you give her an IV to make her feel better?"
• Mu Wanqing seemed to hear him, sobbing softly in grievance. Her small hand slid down his chest again, this time accurately grabbing a protrusion and pulling it hard.