An Jiahui's entire face was filled with disdain as she stared at Shui Anluo from head to toe.
"You're certainly more shrewd than your mother." An Jiahui was not a sore loser either. Besides, she does not believe that she had really lost.
Shui Anluo ignored her. She only cared about the voice recorder pen. "Lin Qianchen was the one who had passed it to me, right?" Shui Anluo said mockingly.
"What, do you want to drag Qianchen down too after you've overturned me? Shui Anluo, I never thought that you'd have such great schemes at a young age. You'd spare no effort to get Chu Ningyi," sneered An Jiahui.
"What did you say?" Shui Anluo frowned as her hands clenched into fists beside her. She only had the hunch that Lin Qianchen was the person behind it. At that time, An Jiahui was still surrounded by reporters so she would not have had the time to trip her. Only Lin Qianchen, as a doctor, would be able to enter the hospital and declare it as an express package.
