"Director Du, you specifically sent the two ladies away. Is there something you need to discuss with me in private?" Lu Cheng politely offered Du Qiang a cup of tea, placing it in front of him.
The voices of Aunt He Shanshan and Wei Cheng gradually faded into the distance but still lingered faintly in the ears.
The light in the doctor's lounge was slightly dim, but the window's glow perfectly outlined the faces of Lu Cheng and He Qiang, creating an elusive shadow.
Du Qiang had a standard square face, with his forehead and jaw almost equally wide, his features sharp but his expression solemn yet gentle: "Xiao Lu, you don't need to be nervous."
"Regarding the matter with Professor Chen and my child, I didn't have the courage to knock on the door myself—that's a failure on my part as a father—but I don't hold it against you for that."
"Your Aunt Wei is just a woman and might be a bit sentimental, perhaps confused at the moment. You don't need to worry about it."
