"Here we go again, endless as usual."
Vermouth impatiently tossed her phone onto the table. The bartender moved with practiced agility, raising a martini glass as the phone slid swiftly across the surface and landed neatly in Wen Qing's palm.
"Are we doctors? Not only do we have to deal with these psychiatric patients every single day, but we also have to interact with them. You insisted on dragging this out when we could have settled it right from the start."
Chapter 159