Ding Deyou hurriedly pulled the two of them behind him, nodding and bowing with a fawning smile. "Director Li, please don't be angry. We'll get out of your hair right now."
"Please, you eat first. We'll talk some other day."
With that, a humiliated Ding Deyou dragged the pair back to their seats. The three of them had been thoroughly rebuffed and sat at their table in utter embarrassment. The surrounding patrons couldn't help but snicker, and the sound of their laughter made the trio want to die of mortification.
Seeing Ding Lan's wretched state, Zhao Dong felt a pang of pity. After all, they had once been in love. Back then, Ding Lan had truly sacrificed a lot for him. Their breakup had been because of her parents, not because she had genuinely wanted to leave him. Moreover, the incident at the hotel made him feel guilty.
Thinking of this, Zhao Dong looked up and said, "Actually, if Ding Lan wants a position at the First Hospital, I can help."
