It was clear how much she hated Qiao Mianmian.
"Yes, I'm here." Qiao Mianmian naturally felt her strong hatred, but her gaze towards Qiao Anxin was still calm. "So, you can say whatever you want to say now."
"Don't you know what I want to say?" Qiao Anxin forced out a smile. "Are you… happy to see me like this? Do… do you feel happy and relieved?"
Qiao Mianmian said expressionlessly, "What has it got to do with me? Why should I feel happy and relieved?"
"Of course, it's because… you hate me!" Qiao Anxin spoke one sentence and then tried to catch her breath. "Stop acting. Haven't you always hoped that I would die? Of course, you're happy that I'm dying."
"Whether you die or not has nothing to do with me." Qiao Mianmian said coldly, "Why should I care about your life? You're not even related to me. Would you care about the life and death of a stranger? I'm guessing you wouldn't."
"Stranger?" Qiao Anxin was stunned.
