Zheng Ziming was surprised for a second. He looked at Xia Ning and shook his head. "I didn't. Qiao Yu is not worthy for you to be his mistress at all. Only in his dreams!"
"So what are you worried about? There's no evidence that it's me." Xia Ning looked at him helplessly. "If you have spare time, why don't you think about how to get better soon? Look at yourself, lying in bed every single day. Aren't you afraid that you might get mold?"
Zheng Ziming saw Xia Ning's usual calm face and could not help but ask, "Did you take care of it already?"
If he thought right, she must have reacted more than him when she saw this.
Even though he did not want to, he still had to admit that even though Qiao Yu might mean nothing in her heart, that kid was different.
People always missed things that were lost once and found later.
"Yup," Xia Ning answered, staring at him. "I'll send you back to S City tomorrow."
