Qiao ran sat down on the chair as if she hadn't heard Huo qingge's polite rejection. She even checked the flow rate of the IV drip.
Huo qingge crossed her arms and looked at Qiao ran, who was standing in front of her. She was immediately reminded of Tong Jiahui.
She could also foresee how many more women like this would appear in front of her in the future.
Whether it was a direct provocation or a hidden expression, she would definitely meet many of them in the future.
"If miss Qiao didn't say this, I really wouldn't know that you're so close to my man. He told me a lot about you two, but he really didn't mention anything about being sick!"
Huo qingge sat on the bed while li beixiao slept soundly. He was too tired and sleepy.
Once a person's taut string snapped, their entire person could relax.
"We two ... Sigh, it's all in the past. If I didn't go abroad, my child might not be young anymore!"
