"Who is he?"
After adjusting her stockings, Xiao Huiyun looked at Chen Yang, her voice as cold as ice and devoid of any warmth. "Without my consent, how dare you bring a man to my house?"
At that moment, her gaze was like a knife shooting straight at Ma Xiaorong, as if trying to pierce her through. The torment of her illness had led to her husband divorcing her, which in turn made Xiao Huiyun deeply despise men—especially masculine and handsome ones like Chen Yang.
Faced with Xiao Huiyun's intimidating anger, a flash of panic crossed Ma Xiaorong's face. She quickly apologized, "Ms. Xiao, I was wrong, but please don't be angry yet. Chen Yang comes from a line of ancestral doctors and specializes in treating difficult and unusual diseases. I thought he could cure your symptoms, so..."
"Ha, ancestral doctors?"
