Ning Ziqi's gaze shifted.
"Do you think Dr. Nyx is male or female?"
Ning Ziqi frowned, "How would I know? I haven't met him. But I guess he should be male." In his impression, the calm and rational Dr. Nyx should be the image of a composed and graceful middle-aged man.
Bai Xue waggled her index finger, "NONONO, I guess Dr. Nyx must be a woman."
Ning Ziqi raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"It's an intuition as a woman, if you don't believe it, just wait and see."
Ning Ziqi was noncommittal.
Before they parted ways at the hospital entrance, Bai Xue waved her arm at him with a smile, "Senior, we'll meet again soon."
Seeing Ning Ziqi almost bolting into the car, his lips curved slightly, brown pupils reflecting the transparent sunlight, casting a cold and icy gleam.
Casually hailing a taxi, "To the TV studio."
