Was Gu Qinghong's way of speaking pretentious? Not really. Did she speak with a forced, cutesy tone? Not that either. But it was just the way she spoke, combined with her little gestures, that suddenly gave people a sense of—greasiness.
Yes, Du Heng suddenly felt the word he'd found was very accurate.
Gu Qinghong's current demeanor reminded him of those men in their thirties or forties who try to pull off a 'charming smirk' with a tilted head and crooked smile, or who flirtatiously flick their bangs—oily, completely oily, disgustingly slick.
"So, it's settled. I'll have Dr. Cao handle your discharge procedures this afternoon," Du Heng said, looking at Gu Qinghong. He felt extremely uncomfortable and turned to leave as soon as he finished speaking.
