Chapter 9 - 9 9 Has Anyone Ever Praised You

9: Chapter 9 Has Anyone Ever Praised You?

9: Chapter 9 Has Anyone Ever Praised You?

Lu Haichuan edged closer to Ling Mufeng and lowered his voice, “True or not, she’s still a young girl who just went through that ordeal, you should…

watch your attitude.”

“With someone whose face is thicker than city walls, there’s no need to be cautious.” If it wasn’t for the boss being so capable, she would have surely been trapped by this dead ‘green tea bitch’ a long time ago.

The angrier he got, the more unscrupulously he mocked, “I always feel that whatever the real lady can do, she thinks she can do too.

If the real lady fights against ten, she’ll spin herself a tale of fighting against more than ten.”

Lu Haichuan “…”

Finished.

He didn’t know if the young girl had any psychological trauma before, but now she definitely did.

It was beyond Lu Haichuan’s understanding how the seemingly refined and gentle Dr.

Ling could turn into a completely different person when mocking someone.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone so shamelessly thick-skinned,” Ling Mufeng continued his relentless output.

Tang Yichen listened, looked at Gu Zhiqi, then back at Ling Mufeng.

Ling Mufeng was going all out on his side, while Gu Zhiqi seemed to have no reaction on the other side… Seemed rather calm?

Feeling a tiny bit guilty because it was his question that had provoked this situation, Tang Yichen spoke.

“That is, Dr.

Ling, isn’t it?” Tang Yichen started, interrupting Ling Mufeng’s endless tirade, “After all, these are just rumors, and hearing isn’t always believing.”

“Young Master Tang, you just don’t know, this isn’t about hearing; I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” Of course, Ling Mufeng hadn’t witnessed it personally; much of it was just gossip in the chat group.

But some of it, he had indeed seen with his own eyes.

Now, Tang Yichen didn’t know what to say.

“She has no shame herself, why the hell should I…”

Ling Mufeng hadn’t finished speaking when a cellphone whizzed through the air and slapped him on the face.

“Clang”

After hitting his face, the phone hit the ground, making a dull sound.

At first, Ling Mufeng was stunned.

When he came to his senses, he abruptly turned his head and looked at Gu Zhiqi, his eyes filled with rage, “You…”

“Has anyone ever complimented your mouth?”

“It looks like a chrysanthemum that’s been burst.”

Before Ling Mufeng could curse out loud, Gu Zhiqi spoke indifferently.

Tang Yichen “…” Damn, that’s awesome!

The girl really TM dares to say it.

“You… you’re vulgar,” Ling Mufeng obviously understood Gu Zhiqi’s words.

“One minute you’re all ‘shameless,’ do you think you’re so refined?” Gu Zhiqi sat lazily at the head of the bed, still looking relaxed.

“Am I not stating the facts?

Do you dare to say you haven’t torn Miss Gu’s party dress?

Do you dare to say you haven’t drugged her?” Ling Mufeng had been hit and was now seething with anger.

His eyes looked as though he wished he could tear Gu Zhiqi into pieces.

“I dare to smash your damn head, believe it or not?”

Who knew when the girl on the bed had thrown off her covers.

One foot was slightly bent on the bed, while the other stepped into a slipper on the floor.

She sat there tilted on the edge of the bed, her expression tinged with a hint of defiance.

Upon hearing this, Ling Mufeng scoffed, “I don’t hit girls.”

He was currently in the running for this year’s award for outstanding doctor; he couldn’t afford to ruin his reputation by hitting her.

“A one-sided beating doesn’t require you to lift a finger,” Gu Zhiqi said with a lazy and defiant smile as she leisurely rolled up her sleeves and stood up by the bed, “Besides, you wouldn’t have the chance.”

She hadn’t made a move for the phone.

“You…”

“Ahem, no fighting, okay?” Fearing that the two would actually start brawling, Lu Haichuan spoke sternly, stepping in between them to mediate, “If you really start fighting, I’ll have to step in and arrest someone.”

A victimized young girl and a psychologist—he had never imagined the two of them could end up in an altercation.

Hearing Lu Haichuan’s words, Gu Zhiqi temporarily put aside her thoughts of smashing Ling Mufeng’s head in.

Shuffling her slippers, she stopped in front of Ling Mufeng and stood there, her smile lazy and unrestrained, her demeanor even more defiant, simply glaring at him.

The more Tang Yichen watched, the more he felt this expression seemed familiar.

Ling Mufeng suppressed the urge to hit someone and took two steps back, distancing himself from Gu Zhiqi.