Gu Xiaoling didn't listen to a word and yelled wildly, "Why should I thank you? Aren't you fond of playing the philanthropist? You can help others, so why can't you help me? Sure, I spoke ill of you, but that's all in the past. What's the point of bringing that up now?"
Meng Chuyue, "..."
Alright, she had seen enough to understand that Gu Xiaoling was the kind of person who had neither heart nor brains, and there was no point in talking to someone like that.
She waved her hand dismissively, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, you owe me ten thousand yuan. It doesn't matter if you don't repay it, but from now on, you're blacklisted at our clinic and a few other places. We will never welcome you back."
"Not welcome? Who cares?"
Gu Xiaoling cursed as she went to pack her things.
Although Gu Xiaoling left the clinic, she had no intention of going home.
