"Divine Doctor Jiang, impressive."
The first to speak was Chuchu. As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around herself.
"You're a 95, 61, 96, right?" Jiang Xinghai looked at Chuchu.
Instantly, Chuchu, Mi Hong, and Ye Zhiqiu all bristled with indignation.
Then, the three women looked at each other, turned their backs on Jiang Xinghai, and gathered to whisper among themselves.
"Just a few minutes ago, you three were at each other's throats. On the same side so quickly?" Jiang Xinghai shook his head with a smile and silently lit a cigarette.
Suddenly, Mi Hong was the first to turn and look over. "Jiang Xinghai, are you even human? You're not some AI robot, are you!"
"Exactly. Just using your eyes as a ruler to determine our measurements… it's too unrealistic," Ye Zhiqiu chimed in.
Chuchu stared blankly at Jiang Xinghai. "He cultivates both Medical Martial Arts. Perhaps he's reached the pinnacle, otherwise there's no explanation."
