Which Mr. Zhou are You Talking about?
Du Moliang felt a bit scared by Han Chen’s inexplicable gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t say I like her.”
Han Chen averted his gaze and remained silent, appearing paranoid.
Du Moliang noticed all of Han Chen’s behavior and suddenly became interested. “Do you like her?”
Han Chen turned his head away. “No.”
Du Moliang smiled lightly and patted Han Chen’s shoulder. “If you like her, just admit it. Don’t be indecisive. Girls like Miss Zhou, not to mention how many men are attracted to her, marrying her would definitely be a sweet deal. She’s the type that is suitable for a home and family, you know?”
“I don’t understand,” Han Chen shrugged off Du Moliang’s hand on his shoulder.
Du Moliang’s smile froze on his face, and he cursed inwardly. This Han Chen really doesn’t understand any humor. Shaking his head helplessly, Han Chen was beyond saving. The bachelor team of the Surgery Department at Dongjiang University Hospital gained a new member.