C147 A Gift from Moling Yan

At one o'clock in the afternoon, during lunch break at the clinic, Lee Yifann sat on a chair in Clinic Hall, reading a book and enjoying a moment of peace.

As for Kuang Ziming and the other three, they stayed in their seats as usual. From time to time, they would stick their heads together and say a few words. The way they looked at Lee Yifann was still filled with jealousy and disgust