Snow White satisfied all of his fantasies about Oriental women.
Sikong Heng slowly let go of her. His classic white shirt and black pants were full of elite aura, and there was some charming arrogance in his bones and blood. “I don’t like you. Don’t flatter yourself.”
Snow White raised her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows. “Oh, you don’t like me. Then prove it to me. You want to participate in your surgery and be your assistant.”
Si Kong Heng curled his thin lips and said in amusement, “Why should I listen to you? What’s wrong with not letting you operate?”
”...”
Si Kong Heng walked into the room. His five fingers were white and slender, and his hands were even more beautiful than a woman’s. He was born to hold a scalpel. He raised his fingers and elegantly undid the buttons on his shirt sleeves. Then, he looked at her indifferently, “Doctor Bai, you can leave now.”
Bai Xue wished she could punch him in the face. What was there to be cocky about?
