When Yan Feifan called Dr. Qiu Ge, he didn't bother carefully choosing his words.
He had only to mention it briefly, and Dr. Qiu Ge, taking the hint, extended an invitation.
Yan Feifan guessed, 'Dr. Qiu Ge must have figured it out.'
'Whether she was hosting one guest or a whole flock, it made no difference. Adding Mrs. Chen and Mr. Qin to the guest list for tonight's dinner wouldn't be a problem.'
'The more people who came, the more favors she could curry, anyway.'
At six-thirty in the evening, after meeting up with his sister, Yan Feifan walked to the Jinxiu Grand Hotel with Qin Ying, Chen Yu, and Yu Suye.
On the way, Yan Feifan dialed Zhao Xiaoting's number.
"What's up? I was busy just now, so I couldn't pick up."
"I know, I figured."
Zhao Xiaoting's voice was cheerful over the phone. "Mr. Yan, your medical skills are so superb and your technique so exquisite, you must be swamped!"
