Zhao Mengjin's face turned cold: "You don't need to mock me in such a professional tone, do you think I don't know you're a doctor?"
Tang Sili put one hand in his pocket, feeling amused: "Yes, I'm a doctor, so I never joke with a patient."
"I'm not your patient."
"But you are a patient."
His words angered her. She jumped forward a few steps, directly standing before him: "Tang Sili, I'm telling you, I don't care who you are, my feelings for you have nothing to do with your identity! You should take back that insulting mouth of yours. You seem well-mannered, do you really think you can act this way?"
The words splattered against his face, full of spittle. He seemed stunned.
Zhao Mengjin lifted the corners of her mouth.
He turned his face away, as if admitting defeat, taking a pack of tissues from his pocket and pulling one out to wipe his face.
Seeing this motion, Zhao Mengjin blurted out: "Is my spit that dirty? You didn't wipe it when I kissed you before."
