Even though Sun Zhe was deeply annoyed with Li Shiyan, he still had to do his job. Besides, she was the district chief's daughter. He could curse her out in his head and indulge in some vicious fantasies, but that was it.
Li Shiyan walked over and sat down, resting her arm on the desk. She then pushed up her semi-transparent mesh sleeve, revealing a pale, slender wrist.
"Come on, then. I'd like to see what kind of illness you can diagnose me with."
Sun Zhe couldn't be bothered to engage with her. He simply reached out, took hold of her wrist, and began to seriously take her pulse.
Time ticked by in the silent office.
Li Shiyan watched Sun Zhe, her gaze fixed on his handsome, focused face. A sudden pang of guilt struck her. She knew, deep down, that Sun Zhe hadn't done anything to wrong or offend her. The only reason she was giving him a hard time was to vent her frustration with her grandfather and father.
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