Facing Fang Jiayun's ridicule, Sun Zhe merely smiled calmly, walked straight to the counter, and handed a bank card to the charming female clerk.
"Hello beauty, I'm here to transfer the money."
Fang Jiayun stood nearby with her arms crossed, watching Sun Zhe with interest as if he were a clown, and said, "You heartless quack, always driving people to their grave. You haven't gone bankrupt from compensating those patients yet?"
Hearing Fang Jiayun talk about Sun Zhe like this, Zhu Yan's face instantly turned grim, and her pink fists were clenched tightly.
Were it not for the setting, she would have liked to give Fang Jiayun a good slap.
But Fang Jiayun remained oblivious, continuing her mockery.
"Quack Sun, didn't you just say you were broke? How come you suddenly have money now?"
Sun Zhe wore a smile, looking at Fang Ruoxue standing by the nearby window, "It's all thanks to our Chairman Fang."
