Someone came to see her today…
Ning Yanan's mind quickly made a guess.
Facing Jiang Jinchen's deadly glare, she pursed her lips, "Whoever it was, it's none of your business. You can go now; I want to rest."
Ning Yanan forcefully tugged at her arm, pulling at the wound on her chest, wincing with pain, but Jiang Jinchen held on tight without letting go.
"Quite a statement to say it's none of my business," Jiang Jinchen's eyes darkened, reflecting a glimmer of profound light. "That man took over my cast-off, shouldn't I at least extend my regards?"
The hand grasping her hand bone seemed as if it wanted to crush her bones.
That phrase "cast-off" was like a steel needle, stabbing into Ning Yanan's chest.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and she lowered her head to bite his hand, "Jiang Jinchen, you bastard!"
"…"
