Nan Qingqing pushed the gift in her hands in front of Meng Yi.
"Xiao Yi, I want to ask you about someone."
Meng Yi replayed the burial video over and over, speaking while watching, "Who?"
Nan Qingqing narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Have you heard of a doctor named Li Yingying?"
"Li Yingying? That name sounds familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere." Meng Yi paused for a moment, lifted her head from the phone screen, and turned to look at Nan Qingqing.
"Qingqing, why are you asking about her?"
A dark glint flashed in the depths of Nan Qingqing's eyes, and she put on a worried expression, "She's currently in charge of my mother's acupuncture treatment, but I fear she might be problematic, so I wanted to ask if you know her."
"I've heard that this Li Yingying is Li Chongbai's niece and a student in the medical faculty at A University, and she seems to be in the same year as you."
Meng Yi carefully recalled the name, thinking for a long time but still couldn't remember.
