I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s

Wang Jine’s face looked a bit unpleasant. In the past, when she came here, this seat had been hers, and Cheng Yufen would always stand off to the side. This person was a family member of Cheng Yufen’s patient, how could they be so rude and show no understanding of the rules?

"Girl, are you sitting in the wrong seat? This seat is for Dr. Cheng, and even if she isn’t sitting here, it should be me in this seat. How could you just plop yourself down like that? How is Dr. Cheng going to treat your family after this!"

Playing is playing, trouble is trouble, but one must carry their identity when it’s due.

Shen Meng propped her chin with one hand, her legs crossed, and lifted one in a figure-four leg lock.

"Big sister, do you no longer want your radio? The one at my place is brand new, never used, a Flying Pigeon brand. Believe it or not, all it would take is for me to shout outside, and there’d be a crowd rushing to grab it."

A simple sentence directly grabbed hold of Wang Jine, who immediately became honest and changed to a smiley face as she approached Shen Meng.

"Look at you, girl, I was just saying. We’re all from the same county, and your family is also a patient under my sister-in-law. There’s a lot of fate here, doesn’t it seem so, girl? As long as you give me the radio, everything can be easily discussed."

"Big sister, you’re right, it’s all about fate. I just heard someone say your son is called Cheng Yuan, isn’t he the Civilian Militia Captain from Hutaozi Commune?"