"So infuriating." Inside the Mortal Clinic, Jiang Chen kicked a chair in frustration.
Xiao Hei, who was sitting to the side smoking, glanced at him. He had never seen Jiang Chen like this before. In the past, whenever Jiang Chen grew angry, it meant blood would flow like a river. Now, he had been reduced to kicking furniture. Could this be what happened to a man in love? Had the romance blunted the dragon horns of the Black Dragon?
"Here, Brother Jiang, have a cigarette." Xiao Hei handed him one.
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